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This day just suddenly became extremely crappy. I've been so happy the last month (before that I had a mild-medium case of depression with regular crying and stuff like that), but even though today has been really okay and I've laughed and had fun, I've been crying more or less all the time for the last three hours. I went to work, which wasn't stressed or hectic, went to see the appartment (which we won't apply for) with Maria and Nicole and had loads of fun, but at some point on the way home everything just changed. I came in the door and my parents were on their way to go to the opera. I sat on the stairs and told them about the appartment, but at some point my sister came out and asked in a very evil voide why I was hogging the stairs now that she had to use them. I had been standing or walking for the last 10 hours at that point and just totally gave up, so I started crying right there, in spite of Clara having five friends in the next room. I comepletely gave in to everything (even though I don't exactly know what that is), ran to my room and cried and cried. My dad came and told me to get in bed with my computer (he knows me too well) and he'd bring me something nice (even though he was in a hurry). So he brought me cookies and OJ. Now, three hours later, I still feel like crap. About half an hour ago (9:00) I called and asked my sister if they'd eaten and why she hadn't told me. She said that she'd seen my dad go upstairs (at 5:45) with a plater. I told her that it had been a cheese sandwich and three cookies and she said "oh, okay". I just went downstairs and apparently she has eaten EVERYTHING! There's nothing left! I'll get no dinner. Then I asked if there were any buns left (my mom made a whole crapload of them yesterday), but now. She and her friends had eaten them all. I asked if there was any water in the fridge, but no. She and her friends has had all of it.

I just really can't deal with her. And now my eyes are welling up again. I really really hate it when she does this. It's like she doesn't do anything unless she is specifically asked to do it. I mean, couldn't she at least *ask* me if I wanted any dinner? Why does she have to make the presumption that I don't want anything?

The world seriously stinks right now. I don't even want to watch "Beautiful Thing". Then you know something is wrong.