$&#^% a duck $&#^% my luck. Why wouldn't my browser randomly go back a page and erase everything I wrote? SJIRHGIRGQEWGE(GASGerh30ewgjpijq9wepure9g3pw3p (and upon typing that it did it again)
I haven't been here in awhile. I've withdrawn into myself. Talking to me must be like talking to a computer program. Though much less amusing.
Stepfather has ulcers. Must lose part of stomach. Is waiting until November so he can "get unemployment payment". Meanwhile not giving up drinking and smoking.
Sister has been a total bitch. Bickering with her ex. Omg, he removed her from his myspace friends list. Now it's serious. But I digress. She can run out to the mall everyday and spend spend spend, but she can't take care of the car. The car is going to die. The tire is virtually flat and it desperately needs an oil change. But she just keeps on driving without a care in the world. And she has this new friend, a former drug dealer. The druggie had this "friend", who my sister had only communicated with by text message and told her things like "blah blah blah I love you blah blah blah". The night my sister was supposed to stay over the druggie's house, the girl doesn't show. Later on she calls and says this guy's car flipped and landed on top of him, killing him like the roach he possibly was. My idiot sister was very upset over this guy she never knew. Later on the girl (supposedly) was in the car at the time and crawled out the window. There was no obituary and we didn't see anything on the news, by the way. And now supposedly another of her friends died. But she doesn't seem much affected. And then my sister says something along the lines of "he had her (the druggie's) old phone". He probably never even wrote those things. It's all one big web of lies.
And the goddam dog chewed through the cord of the sensor bar for my wii. I just resumed playing Metroid after a month of nothing. Fortunately, I have a few more days of working on the thing I've been working on the past month, so I'll be ok. But I'm starting to become a cat person.
And yesterday I felt like total crap. Die already!
Three nights ago I didn't get any sleep because I ran out of sleeping pills, and on top of that I hurt my shoulder/neck during the two hours I was rolling around. It was like being on caffeine for 24 hours straight.
Yesterday I practically lived at the psychiatrist's. I took that TOVA test, which apparently said I have ADD. But the guy said no, because the second half was "perfect". The first half was due to anxiety and adjusting to surroundings and stuff. Though I wasn't anxious. People overattribute this anxiety thing. Using it to describe everything I do. We're going nowhere.
Making a collage in art therapy. With words and pictures. Depressing.
Went to the Hinder/Staind/3 Doors Down concert a week ago. Killer, but depressing.
My sister came home last night talking about how she got 2 guys' numbers becausethey said she's hot or something. Is it really that easy? I don't care, it's pointless. Not worth it.
Whatever else, I can't remember what I wrote last night. Oh well, what does it matter anyway.
Tags: Life ######## Sucks
