i always knew Ana wasn't a part of our family. but hearing it confirmed is so..relieving to me. i kept my door a crack open, and let the conversation flood in as i laid on my bed, trying to let go of the hardships of the day.
i don't know if it's sadistic, but it means that she's below me, just a little bit.
she spends the whole afternoon in the bathroom, and once night rolls around, she's curled up in bed, tucked up in her comforter like a blanket burrito. Mom's probably told the school she's not gonna be in. oh, please.
i'm sat over my desk, trying to do my math homework, when she she starts sobbing. that's when i start to come back down to earth.
i turn to the sniffling lump that's on her bed and try to think of some comforting words. but i can't. maybe it's best to let her cry herself to sleep, like a baby.
i don't know, journal. i don't have a lot to say tonight. hopefully, i'll have some juicy stuff tomorrow.