Today I get to say that it wasn't that bad of a day. We learned that she is probably going crazy because she had yelled at us yesterday for not cleaning up stuff that wasn't there. But out of all of this it's not our mess, it's her mess. But we still have to clean it.
So today that's what we did considering we didn't have anything else to do. We cleaned part of the living room. To be honest I'm making sacrifices for her because I didn't finish my math homework, I didn't finish my vocab. So she has no right to say that I don't do anything, She doesn't have the right to call me anything anymore. I cleaned up because I listened to her, so she can't say that I ignore her, roll my eyes (which I have never done) and many, many things that are just lies that her mind makes up. Me and my sister started calling her "crazy loonie" because everything she's said is all in her mind.
Maybe someday I will understand why she is the way she is, but until pigs can fly I don't think so. I'm starting to find most of her stuff just plain bull, I'm starting to not be sad but mad at everything and anything she does. I will finish this entry with I'm doing a lot better when I focus on myself. My confidence is still in recovery but my mind isn't. I'm doing well and I will survive, for myself. To be continued the next day.... I hope.
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
