They bring out the worst in me. Driving me crazy... makes me not want to do anything. I don't want to listen to it. I wish they'd both just stop.

I wish I could help them, but it's pointless and futile. Feeling so stressed.

If she could just stop talking, it would be a blessing. And if she could stop blaming and putting her down (the pronouns are confusing, I admit), that would be another blessing. But she's never going to stop talking, and she's never going to stop nagging and putting down.

And it's complicated when they're family. And it's complicated when someone can be so nice one moment, offering everything on a silver platter, and make you feel useless the next. At least it's not as bad as before: at least I'm not living with them. I'm just here for a few days.

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the whole frikkin' thing. And I naturally worry a bit, even if it's blown out of proportion, and I had that worry backed up a bit today.

I know I'm making no sense. I'm sorry.

(And this garbage connection isn't helping anything.)