I'm so sick of this. They moved my sister into my room. She's twenty-one, I'm twenty-five, and I'm not staying here because I have to, I'm staying because they need the money I bring in, so no one can say I'm being ungrateful.

Now we're never apart, just like old times.

I needed to go back to Bogart's to settle my tab today.

I spent the morning watching Heroes with her, spent the afternoon watching a movie she wanted to watch, got ready to start the long walk to the bar because I've never had my own car because I've always given my parents all my money, and then SHE GUILTS ME, like she always used to, like I didn't spend THE WHOLE DAY WITH HER.

And then we get home from walking around the park (four times, an even number, and her OCD drives me insane because I think she's doing it for attention, and yeah, I was going to walk anyway, but it's pretty funny that she doesn't care when I let her know my injured hip is killing me, like she's trying to punish me for trying to have some semblance of a life that doesn't include her).

And she's still sulking.

Like my whole day wasn't enough.

Like me doing what she asked me to do now gives her just enough guilt to use that to get attention.

I'm sick of this.

This is disgusting.

I need to move out, even if I can't afford to take my baby yet.