I don't know why I am so depressed, honestly just a few days ago I was happy.. and now? I am all but dead inside.
I don't know what makes me feel more sick: my sister telling me she is stressed to her breaking point or this stupid lovesick crush I have on this stupid guy. He is a nice guy of course but it is not even something that could even be considered to be considered!
I am just so sick of life right now.
My sister and I went to Arkansas to visit her aunt, grandmother and cousin (on her dad's side -- no relation to myself) and it was so nice...slow paced, rural and the scenery was breathtaking! Every where you look trees, open pastures with cows and horses, ponds, lakes all glittering with golden light ... the entire backdrop being mountains. It reminded me that this world does have some beauty left.. does have something...good left...
**note that I did not take these pictures but I went to this mountain and saw this same scenery**
but then we left and came home and I could feel all my past thoughts and discretions coming back to haunt me, my heart hurts at the slightest give, allowing it all to flow through and overwhelm me.
I am so sick of seeing Bs on my progress report, I want As, and I am stressed out over my mother, I am stressed out over school, I am stressed out because I want this to all just end! No matter how good I may feel for a week or two...it isn't enough... I will never be happy until I am bones and dust, rotting six feet under.
I carved the words 'worthless' and 'fat' into my legs and they've finally healed but that is all I seem to hear anymore, and it is so easy to fake a smile and convince people that you are happy, even those who you spend nearly every day with. I am so glad it is winter too, maybe now I can get away with wearing pants all the time and not feel so guilty about raising suspicion.
Is it...wrong of me to be mad at my sister? Everytime she says she is stressed out or upset she drags my mother into it like she knows what it has been like... she has not lived with this for the past 6 or so years and she always tries to play it like it was so much worse when she had to go through it but it wasn't. I can't go to the doctor or dentist, I don't get deoderant or shampoo when I ask for it.
I am just sick of people feeling bad for her and bring my mother into it. Like oh boohoo! Your mom gambles and it had no effect what-so-ever on you, lets throw a pity party for you while your sister has to deal with this in silent pain!
And I swear to god if anyone refers to my brother as her brother like he is just her brother I will scream bloody murder.
Oh poor thing your brother is in Afghan? That must be so hard on you and your mother...
HELLO?! HE'S MY DAMN BROTHER TOO
That is evil of me and I will probably go to Hell just for thinking that way but
dammit stop it!
STOP telling everyone about our mother like you are the one dealing with it, stop telling people about me like it directly affects you just shut UP
I am so SICK of people pitying me. I give enough of that to myself as it is, I don't need it from anyone else who has no idea about the situation or how damn hard it is to have to look into your mother's eyes and know that she has stabbed you in the back and enjoyed it.
And I am so SICK of people telling me I cannot be mad, that I have to be there for her and love her and pretend it never happened, to just forgive her!
I don't want to, and I can't.
Now I know why so many families turn their backs on relatives with addictions...
And ... no one seems to feel the way I do..
I feel like I am dying inside trying to fight off these demons and convince everyone that I am okay and just so worried for my sister (which I do genuinely worry for and care about her but...she has, and always will be, the one everyone notices and cares about).
Not to mention it is so damn hard listening to her passive aggressively mention how bad at my diet I am, and how she is so "big" when she is so tiny.. so what I must just be fucking king kong to you huh? asshole