Dear Anonymous,
Listen. I get it. You're a better person than me. You work to help people, while I work to entertain. You donate gifts to people who have no Christmas while I just stay home. I understand that you're the superior example of a human being.
Now please, let me live out my own mediocrity in peace. It seems like every action you take is built to make me feel like a worse person, despite the veneer of friendliness you put on. Look, the reason I never want to watch this thing you found, or go with you everywhere is because everything you do with me rubs into my face how sub-par a person I am.
I just want to be alone. Why is that too much for you to understand? Why can't I just live out my wretched existence without you constantly shoving my nose in it?
I know it's not what you're trying to do, or at least I think it isn't. But all you've ever done is made me feel worse about myself, and being a person who already suffers from severe depression to the point where I tried leaping into the road once, your constant examples of being some shining pillar of just a better human being than me don't make things any better.
It's really not your fault. It's that you're too kind-hearted, too good, while I am a cynical wreck. We're like oil and water, and you keep suppressing me beneath you. Please just learn to leave me alone; just because we live in the same house and have blood relations doesn't mean we need to be best friends. I still respect you and love you as a family member, but you have singlehandedly ruined my Christmas and made the past few months much harder for me than they needed to be. Stop.