Angst Angst Angst

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So, my sister is a Special Needs child - I don't know what it is exactly, but she's just ... difficult sometimes. And I, being the Little Sister and not The Parents, get the brunt of that.

Like today. I moved something in our room while cleaning, which was apparently a huge problem. (Never mind her general bad-moodness this evening.) So, while finishing cleaning, I got a rant-and-a-half about that. I'm pretty used to tuning her out, cause she can go on and on, and, well, no one likes to be talked down to for hours on end. (She doesn't really get that she's being hurtful. She's just in a bad mood and liable to complain - incessantly - about the littlest thing.) It still grated on my nerves.

So, she was going on about this to our dad, who was vaguely telling her she's being silly. Fed up, and affected by her bad mood, I finally snapped, "It's not a problem!" And my dad hushed me.

He bloody HUSHED me. As if I had done something wrong.

The first time ALL that evening I defended myself, he brushes it off. Gives me a look for picking arguments.

I wanted to scream. But I pushed past him and went into my room. Of course he followed me and I got a lecture about showing him respect and how I was being very rude.

What. The. Hell.

You know what's a little bit pathetic? When I get really angry - I cry. And when I cry I get all red and splotchy and not pretty at all. Like, you see those girls in movies and they have those perfect tears falling down their cheeks - hah! Lies. No one really cries like that. Especially not me.

So he leaves, and I cool down. Sorta. (It really pisses me off how she can get away with anything, while I'm on such a tight leash - it makes me want to scream.) I'm holed up in my room with as much privacy as I can get (which isn't much as me and The Sister share a room, and she's walking in and out.) Dad comes in, says "I love you" and I say, "I love you too, but I'm still really mad." And he looked confused. (I laughed. Out loud. He looked more confused.) So, naturally, he asks what I'm mad at. And then I rant at him, which I didn't want to do with The Sister in the room, because I'm too bloody nice. (I swear to god, the only reason I didn't go on for ten minutes was that she was standing in the room awkwardly.)

And when he left she threw a box of kleenex at me, (which i caught like the true ninja that I am,) and we're okay.


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Ah, done ranting. Sorry. Just kind of had to get that off my chest, and I didn't want to rant at poor Anna. Welcome back to the world of blogging! Haha. That was my angst for the week.

So yeah. I've been gone for a couple weeks, yeah? So, what's new.

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Something must be new. I'm fairly interesting, right?

o.O

I'm spending all week at The Nephew's. My sister is ready to have her baby any day now, so it's hard for her to take care of the two-year-old alone while my brother-in-law is at work, so I go over and help out. It's really fun.

It also presents a challenge in the 'keep up with homework' department. Right. Homework. Lets not talk about that.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say.

Welcome back me!