Things have gotten worse again since the last post. I'm surprised my happiness was not limited to the last January, because it certainly looks like that to me.

A public diary is a stupid idea. I just wish to be heard, and the chances of that being very small are pretty comforting. My sister is still nice to me. I thought I scared her off, yet she came with juice and offered a hug - something she rarely does. I was too bothered but she understood. My mom, too, got me something. We did not say a single word to each other. I hope she'll kick me out soon enough.

As usual, I'll keep uncomfortable details inside comments.

man they keep asking me if i want to go have dinner and i keep saying no. they're either ignoring the hint or not taking it at all. both of them talked to me unprompted about doctor stuff as if i'm the one who threw myself into a slump this week

They're helping me. Very gentle.