So, I have a lot more to bitch about. Namely, my sister. She thinks that no one else matters at all. She's the center of the BLOODYFUCKINGUNIVERSE and I am sick of her thinking that way. She has this princess complex and it pisses me off. Yesterday, I broke down, and she called me a baby, like crying when you can't hold it in anymore makes you a child. Like being vulnerable at times is bad. I hate her. I don't know why this surprises me anymore, but I really hate her. I can't wait until I am out of the house and away from her. I've been better since I've had this blog, but it doesn't do a lot for having people listen. No one really listens. This blog helps vent my anger, but it's not the same as talking to someone. I just wish that Rhiannon would get her head out of her ass and care about others for once. But I don't think that will ever happen. She'll be the bitchy popular kid, pushing down everyone in her way, and ending up friendless, because she doesn't give a shit about others.
This morning was better, because it had rained the night before, and the world was still fresh. It seemed to be tinted blue, and it smelled, well, like rain. I thought it was fantastic. There was just that light chill, and the clouds were a baby blue, and the sky was orange fading into the purple morning sky. It was amazing. I really felt better. The tea helped too. It a new one I got from Whole Foods, its a honeybush tea. I didn't know there was such a thing as a honeybush, and the tea is really tasty. And it looks like the color peach when you add milk. Nummy!
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