i swear to god i'm going to smack her. i really want to go back to the time when my sister was annoying and not pretty and worried about me stealing her friends. now i feel like the roles have reversed and i'm having to sprint to keep up with her. it bloody pisses me off.

fuck this.

this weekend feels more and more unreal the longer it goes on. i wouldn't believe it if i weren't living it. the odds of eveything that's happened are about a million to one...each. i'm about to cry even though i have no real reason big enough. at all. but i won't cry because i can't. i've lost the ability somehow.

i really want things to work out and not keep getting weirder. i feel like i'm years behind everybody, including my sister, and yet somehow ahead too. it's not real. it's not possible.

and she told be about the lip ring, i knew about it, i'd seen pictures, but that thing's addictive. christ.