Things haven't been good these past days. Not necessarily good, but nothing excessively bad. On my own scale of excessively bad anyways. At some points I'm happy bouncing around with an urge to go and make someone happy by raping them (figuratively or literally). Other times I'm too tired to think for extended periods of time.

I have a vague feeling that I've traded dysthymia for a mild, but still annoying, case of bipolar disorder. It could be something in the water.

Said one or two... or ten... things that made my sister cry on the way home. Well, she would've cried hadn't there been other people approaching every five minutes. At times I can't help but feel pity/sympathy for her (and I'll never say it out loud because that's the best way to get her to start crying harder) but other times her practically non-existant self image is alternately disturbing and annoying me. Really, she should've had some sort of counseling in middle school before conditions had deteriorated to where they are at the moment. Dad should have listened.

Then again, there are many things that might have helped sis to grow some variety of backbone. And that's why people hate hindsight. The "sudden" redirection of attention towards me isn't helping her any at all.

Grandma is as infuriating as usual. She and her hypocrit self.

I have no patience for hypocrits like her or like me at the moment.

People really do suck.

These days I've been sleeping, (finally) playing Parasite Eve 2, or eating to pass the time that I should have been using to finish my homework and study for tests. Guess I'm entering another insane phase of imbalance.

Puberty can screw itself. How long until I'm 21?