K...so I try not to...but Heck! I want to swear and throw things and break things again...so...I just seem to be bipolar or something. I can not believe how my family treats me...at least my sister and mother. It's as if I'm two or something. Well...I'm tired of it. She wanted me to drive my mother's car, because the roads are slick...then she drives her car...it's not her car though! It's my dad's...my mother said it was because she knew how to drive on slick roads...heck! I learned to drive on slick roads in that car! I don't understand and at this point, I don't want to! I just get tired of being treated so differently. If it isn't her car...then why does she get to decide who drives it? This is a bunch of bologna...golly gee it is...I just want to scream at them...but I can't...I raised my voice at my mother...but I didn't scream...I just...I... I give up. I can't understand them, and I don't want to... so...I give up. But I can't cry about it...I'm home...*sighs*