My sanity is bordering on the irrecoverable right now. A few days ago, my mother asks me to remove all of the clothes from my closet on my sister's behalf. Note, she did not ask me if I was willing to give up the only place I have to store my clothes without any place to put them. The next day, she comes in to my room to "clean". She immediately notices that one of the drawers on my dresser is busted(actually, all but one are, as she soon found out), something I've been working around without problem for a long time, and asks my stepdad to help her fix it. Right of the bat, he goes on about how I'm just standing there being a useless asshole.
So, my mom continues(with my unwilling help, of course) to try and fix it, and only succeeds in, if anything, breaking it more. She then decides that my dresser is unfit for use and that we should get a new one. This, of course, does nothing solve where to put my clothes. That night, my sister, who was supposed to clean up the half the mess that was hers but instead got drunk the night before and slept until 2PM at the house some guy my parents are trying to set her up with, starts some shit about the clothes. Since I wasn't in any mood for her shit more than anyone else's I shove her.
She immediately runs out of the room screaming as loud as she can, and after getting her mother to defend her, she demands a cigarette from her like a little child demands candy. Which she got.
Seriously, I'm sick of her. I'm sick of the way she's a little spoiled brat, which considering she herself is a 27-year-old mother, there's no good reason for. I'm sick of the way she gets spoiled by my parents, who give her everything she wants, after practically giving her my room without so much a day's notice, with an immediately broken promise that she was only supposed to be there one night.
Now there's a good number of self-inflicted scratches on my head, deep enough to mean that either my nails are getting sharper or the skin on my forehead is getting thinner.