I have tomorrow, Friday, and then I leave. And the part that makes me absolutely ashamed of myself is that I seriously can not wait to get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of being treated like I'm somehow second-rate just because I'm not Cancer Woman. I've been playing along the best I can and nothing makes it any better. I bend over fucking backwards for my mom, and she and my sister both are treating me like I'm not only doing nothing, but am a huge, incredibly inconvenient burden for them.
I'm super pissed off right now and I'm at the point where I'm considering not talking to my mom or sister again. Sure, they're happy to support me financially, and when I go to the psych hospital in an ambulance after nearly killing myself they're happy to give me a single phone call. But the fact of the matter is, I'm not 100% better yet. I'm just partially better. I'm learning to deal with my issues better, and learning to deal with daily life better. But I am so fucking sick of my family feeding me and putting me in the corner and saying among themselves, "Oh, he's fine, he's got all he needs right there, just let him be and he will be perfectly okay."
No, I'm not okay under those circumstances. None of them even knows my favorite color. I haven't even thought about what my favorite color is in years; nobody I'm close to except my best friend has ever even bothered asking.