school is as normal as can be. morrissey making us laugh, taylor being sarcastically nice and saint clair being the most clueless thing a substitute can be. i drew all over my hand today though, something i normally wouldn't do. i don't know what compelled me to, i'd usually think i would get skin cancer. but i didn't care. i just didn't care.
after school at home was the worst thing that's happened to my family in months. nobody died, or is dying, but something was. our hope for a certain half-sister of mine. we've always tried to look on the bright side for her. my dad being the least phased of course, she isn't his real daughter anyway. my mom was hit the hardest, crying as if everyone she knew suddenly died. i feel bad for my mom, she's never lost hope for my sister, ever. even when i lost complete faith in my sister, my mom kept hoping that she would start to straighten out her life.
i just want to call my sister and when she picks up, i want to say, "i've always been hopeful of you, but not as much as mom. today, i've lost that hope and now i hate you."
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