This morning, I got mad at my sister. All I am to her, is "a mess [she] has to clean up", "...continually cleaning after me".

Basically, I cried tears of rage and brokenness.
I'm tired if being told I'm nothing.

I packed up all of her stuff from our room (clothes, shoes, books) and stuck it in the sunroom. I planned on telling everyone that if she has such a problem with me, she can find somewhere else to stay.




God broke me this morning.

I'm going to go put it back....