I'm not sure what's worse.
The fact that my sister attempted suicide yet AGAIN or the fact that we are losing. I care and I'm gravely concerned but I am so tired.
I feel numb.
I can't bear to watch my parents go through anything else. I am not going to let her ruin our Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Selfishness is the core. I know she is hurting deeply but the things she puts us through are so emotionally, physically and mentally straining. I feel for her, I really do. This just isn't fair to us though, it just isn't.
People go through much more difficult things in life than just a break-up. People lose children and loved ones, people lose everything and they continue and go on with life.
12:00 am. In a druken stupor, high and completely out of her mind prostrate on the floor of a friend's house. Her wrists slashed and broken from where she purposefully wounds herself. Dad and I pick her up off of the floor and drag her home only to be cursed and yelled at.
I'm not strong anymore but I have to be.
I have to be for my mom but I'm losing.
I don't know my sister. I have no idea who she is anymore.