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So..l got up after 4 hours of lsleep, and didnät even have my customatry breajkfast because cinnamon-apple-oatmeal? sucks. Instead, I made my way to the phuysio, which was good. Had my houlders hammered somethign wiclked, and felt like mush.
aftert that wnet to the store and stocked up on baby food and chcolate, and... then, went to see Mom.
seeing Mom was not bad. We didn't argue. i gave her a footrunb., TOok her some licorice, even.
Nom, it was some relatives of ours (Mom's aunt and.. um, possibly another aunt or something like that) and, well... yeah.
Mom blathered aboyt my sister a lot. to her sdoctor, to the relttives, pparnetly to anyone whoäd listen. I was dismissed and ignored, only, not when I was dissed. "You have tits like that one cow we used to have had" or "Your hair is not family hairt" or "Well, you'äve been home at mealtimes" and... gah, yeah, that went ona long time. apparently, i am a complrete retard and not worthy of being called my sister' s sister.
It HURTSA that when Sister was interviewed for some stupid newspapaer mom ordered a dozen copies and is showing them around, but whne I was 12 anmd made it into the paper... Mom on purpose kept us out of the pictures because she had a bad hair day. and that article is nowhere to be foujd. So.. yeah.
So, yeah. Nothing but me being ddissed, my sister being glorified, and details about my personal life (the fact that I see a shrink, am about to be peromanently on disability,t aht I need to get my boobs reduced) shared with alla nd sundry. because those old bitches aren'ät going to shut up about stuff.
So. yeah.
Miserable, thy name is Ara.
aftert that wnet to the store and stocked up on baby food and chcolate, and... then, went to see Mom.
seeing Mom was not bad. We didn't argue. i gave her a footrunb., TOok her some licorice, even.
Nom, it was some relatives of ours (Mom's aunt and.. um, possibly another aunt or something like that) and, well... yeah.
Mom blathered aboyt my sister a lot. to her sdoctor, to the relttives, pparnetly to anyone whoäd listen. I was dismissed and ignored, only, not when I was dissed. "You have tits like that one cow we used to have had" or "Your hair is not family hairt" or "Well, you'äve been home at mealtimes" and... gah, yeah, that went ona long time. apparently, i am a complrete retard and not worthy of being called my sister' s sister.
It HURTSA that when Sister was interviewed for some stupid newspapaer mom ordered a dozen copies and is showing them around, but whne I was 12 anmd made it into the paper... Mom on purpose kept us out of the pictures because she had a bad hair day. and that article is nowhere to be foujd. So.. yeah.
So, yeah. Nothing but me being ddissed, my sister being glorified, and details about my personal life (the fact that I see a shrink, am about to be peromanently on disability,t aht I need to get my boobs reduced) shared with alla nd sundry. because those old bitches aren'ät going to shut up about stuff.
So. yeah.
Miserable, thy name is Ara.
