Had a fucking miserable day. Truly miserable. First, I try to tell my story about my years spent being bullied, but no one cares. Everyone just ignored me. Then, someone made me absolutely livid by making me miss the bus. And just when I thought that's the end, my sister came in when I was about to go take a quick shower, and demanded that I hand it over. I snapped, it probably wasn't the best decision, but I did. Mom came in and told me that I should have memorized my sister's fucking schedule, but I can barely remember my own! Then, I go on and rant about it, because it's my only coping mechanism at this point. It was a mistake, no one cares. No one fucking cares. What's the fucking point of all of this if no one cares?