I don't have my car for the rest of the week. Excuse me not MY car, my sister's car. I got screamed and yelled at the entire way to school because my mother had to get up early to give me a ride to school. I ended up crying at school. I hate crying in the first place, but crying in public is the worst. I hate it. My mother yelled at me telling me how ungrateful I am and how I'm just a brat. I'd like to think I'm not, but I realize my opinion doesn't fucking matter.
When my sister is home, it's as if I don't exist unless I do something wrong. It doesn't matter if my sister was the problem, it's always my fault. No matter what is happening, I get yelled at. If I'm not getting yelled at, I don't exist to my mother. I literally went to bed at 8.30pm last night because no one even realized I was home. They were asking where I was when I was standing right next to them. I'm invisible. I hope this keeps up so I can get away with smoking a bit after school today. I don't want to deal with them today. Luckily, my mum will be out until around 9.30pm and my sister is in Chicago, IL visiting a friend.
Yesterday was my four week mark and today is the one month mark. Pretty great, right? WRONG! I'm super stressed and have been shaking periodically because I'm so addicted to the pain.
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