Think happy thoughts...

Ok, so everything I'd hoped for in my last post didn't come true. It's rainy, not sunny. I slept through my class. And I'm still having difficulty focusing on what I really need to do. But I was able to feel not so depressed for most of the day. I was even watching a movie with my sister....mind you, that also meant we weren't talking. Then I came home from work and she was at class. I had peace.

But now she's back. Now she's back in her bossy, bitchy, demeaning ways. The first thing she did when she came home was barge into my room and ask, "Did you put that crap on the couch??" Hell yes I did. Because that crap is really the laundry that she didn't finish last night. But does that matter to her? Of course not. I put it there, so I MUST fold it and put it away.

It amazes me how unobservant she is, by the way. I didn't even try to cover my cut wounds from her today...and they're still red. They're still very much visible. How is it that she can't see how much pain I'm in? How can she not see that she's the cause of most of it at the moment? After failing to get into my room last night, however, she did call our dad and tell him that I'm depressed. At least now she's not calling me "emo." At least now she might possibly understand that I actually do have something going on with me. But if she does understand that, why does she keep treating me this way? As though I'm completely worthless and everything I do is wrong? As though I'm a maid? As though I'm an incompetent, no good imbecile.