Argh.

My sister seems to think that her bitchiness is permissable and excusable because she has that damn external fixator. It's not.

My brother seems to think that I have a fear of white pants. I don't. I just am not fond of them.

I am tired of my family, and I can't even talk about it in my livejournal because my sister reads it sometimes and I know she'll start shit with me. My life is miserable right now as it is, I don't need it to get worse.

Sometimes I wish my life had been written in pencil, so I could go back and repair the mistakes I've made.