How do you tell someone close to you that you just don't trust them and there's no possible way that you ever will or ever can?? This question posed in my mind while talking to my sister yesterday. Every other time that I've told her anything, the whole world knew about it within the hour. And, quite frankly, it's rather irritating. So instead of telling her that I had trust issues with her, I said that the reason I don't tell her anything is because I have issues with my other sister who's quite like her in sharing secrets with the universe.
And today when I get home from church, I'm plagued by questions and accusations that I'm a cutter, all because my sister wanted to get back at me for not trusting her (although that aspect is not known to the rest of my family), and because in sacrament meeting she was sitting next to me and saw that my hand had been injured. Now that I look at it, I guess her grounds of calling me a cutter weren't that farfetched- not because I'm really a cutter (cuz I'm not really a cutter, just so you know), but because last night I was being a stupidhead and not paying attention to what the frick I was doing, and I got my hand caught in the door of The Beast. The tops of my fingers aren't really the tops of my fingers anymore; they've been, like, skinned almost.
But that's not my point. My point is, how do you deal with someone like that?? She bothers me when she tries to intrude upon my life, and then goes shouting lies to the skies about what she doesn't know. And now that this has happened, I get to spend a whole week with her and the rest of my family and their stupid suspicions about me at Lake Powell, starting tomorrow at 7am. Gross. No escapes at all. But hey, at least I'll be at Lake Powell, right? ...right??
Sunday, July 31
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