I would love to explain the story from the beginning, but I am so angry right now I feel like I've got Hiroshima potential. I am so irate. I don't know where all of these anger is coming from, I guess it's all pent up anger, but if I don't vent right now, I'm gonna explode.

I was planning a bridal shower for my sister, and I asked my mom if she would help me. Turns out she asked the groom's mother, who doesn't seem to have a name BTW, to help her and Teresa plan a bridal shower. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I' m her SISTER! Her fucking sister! you'd think it might have occured to her that maybe, just mayber I'd want to throw my sister her bridal shower. You'd think she would at least have asked me if I wanted to plan the shower before she started inviting people in on the action. Seriously, what the fuck! Why is everything so fucked up? Why can't I deal with all of this? Everything is stacking up, and the load's just getting too heavy to carry around. I'm afraid I'm gonna drop it at the most unexpected moment, just loose it. And then what? I can't do this. I'm starting to feel like I'm not gonna make it through this whole ordeal. It's asking to much of me to keep my cool, to take part in it, and to take up all of the responsibilities. And on top of it loose my sister. My little sister. My only sister. My live-in friend.

Breathe. Deep Breath. Nicotine.

I'll be fine. I'll be fine.