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how it's going
I haven't updated in a few months. Well it matters little what happened in that gap of time. I guess we should only live in the now. And now I feel lousy, living it up lousy. My parents are ranting at my sister because tonight she decided to stuff her clothes in her backpack after my mother demanded her to go eat dinner. Things have not gone well with my sister. She's been defiant and rebellious. Four weeks ago she was suppose to be at Bible study school, but instead she ended up caught by a Rite Aid personnel stealing cameras and small junkets. After that week, she skipped youth group gathering and went to a sleep over without phoning everybody at home the entire night and the folowing afternoon. She even had the audacity to tell my mother that she should get her own cell phone so that my mother can call her to find her whereabouts. First of all, my sister is the one that should be calling my mom to tell her where she's going and who's house she is at. Second, it would be a lot more effective if my mom had a tracking device drilled into my sister's arrogrant brain. She's gotten calls from her teacher. She comes home late and never make appointed times. Her typical responses are " yea so," "I don't want to," "it's not easy," "I'm not like her," "the other kids do worser things," "you take it to the ass."
I used to stick up for my sister, and tried to prevent her from getting in trouble but after too many lies she fed me, I stopped. I used to become an emotional crashing trainwreck whenever my sister caused turmoil between her and my parents. I hated the constant yelling, back yelling, and slamming. Right now, I'm mostly numb to it all because I've tried not to care about my sister anymore. What was I thinking when I tried to get her to attend mass everyday with me, a christian miracle? Christian miracle or not, sending her to a convent would be worth a shot.
I stopped making promises a while back because promises are meaningless and depressing if you are not incline to keep it. But I promise to you here, tonight, that tomorrow I will go talk to my sister's school counselor and find a social worker to see if they can't get any sense into her.
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