uber-long post

I feel terrible right now. You can't even imagine how bad I feel right now. I had an argument with my mom and my sister. My sister refused to stop giving me dirty looks. She seems to enjoy starting conflict as long as I look like the crazy one at the end. My mom wasn't exactly helpful. I asked Lizzie to stop giving me dirty looks, and she said no. Then I asked mom to tell Lizzie to stop giving me dirty looks and she said that she didn't want to. She said that Lizzie and I should be able to work it out. The best negotiator in the world could not work it out when one party is completely unwilling to negotiate. My sister just won't stop doing these kinds of things and my mom has no apparent interest in the prevention of these occurrences. Something like this is not very common, but it is always handled inappropriately. My sister has made giant strides, bit she is still behind where I was when I was her age. I feel that my parents don't really push us to succeed. I don't know why I am writing this right now. Maybe it's therapeutic, maybe it's... I don't know. If you are reading this on the computer, you should know that the original copy of this was hand-written on paper in ink. I suppose I should continue discussing open wounds in the hope that I will find some sort of resolution or closure. If I could have anything at all, I would change my parents into proactive people who stride to achieve not only financial success, but personal success as well. It's times like these, where I just... I just want peace. I am listening to Frou Frou as I write this. For some reason that some has always relaxed me. I don't know why though. Recently, I have started going to the gym with one of my classmates. He's pretty cool. I am lying down in the Family Room right now which looks out at the lake. The view is just beautiful. I'll try to describe it for you all but my ability to go into deep levels of description is practically non-existant. As I look out at my front yard, I see a green lawn framed by potted plants right outside the window. Looking past the grass, there are dark green bushes that are probably about 8 feet tall. Though I can't see the road from this angle, because it is hidden behind the bushes, it is there. Past that is Lake St. Clair. I had better wrap this up because I'm getting very tired, so I'll just type this up and put it on the blog. Happy reading!