We caught Diva in a lie again. It seems she stole her brother's birthday card and the check that Superman's parents sent. She just "found" the card, but it had no check in it. She claims she found it that way, already opened without the check. We know from my in-laws that they sent it here with a check in it. I hate the bullsh!t.
I have little or no drive. No get-up-and-go. I don't care about school right now. It might just be a bad day, a bad hormone surge, not enough sleep... I don't know. I don't care. I just don't care.
I have decided to drop that social psychology class. It is stupid and useless and makes no sense for anything that is important to me.
Dizzy. Head hurts. Stomach upset. Angry at Diva. Angry at the world. Trying hard to give a shit about anything. Tired. Want to go hide somewhere.
This Just In: Diva slipped the "missing" check under my office door. She "miraculously" found it. The lying, cheating, little snit. Get this - she had stuck it in her Bible. If I were God (thankfully I'm not) I'd smite her with a bolt of lightning. I have no hope for this girl. None. I have little hope for anything right now, actually. My stomach hurts.
The self-loathing is palpable. I want to ask questions, but I know there are no answers so the questions do no good. My brain hurts.
I am angry. Very very very very angry. Must. Stay. Away. From. Diva. Will hurt her if I can reach her. Have an urge to beat the shit out of her with a long stick.
Noise. Too much input, no place to put it. Hurt. Confused.
But wait, there's more! She just brought me a digital camera, a nice Vivitar 8.1 mega pixel red thing that I've never seen before. Says it belongs to a friend of hers. Riiiiiight. She went on an outing with the church group yesterday. I'm sure she stole this from one of the girls on the trip. This child has serious problems. I have serious problems with this child.
This post is depressing me. I can't imagine it's doing you any good either. You should ignore it and go on to the next blog.
