Trumpets are nice.

Nice and loud. If I turn it up high enough it hurts my ears. They already hurt, but this is a different kind.

Stupid sinus pressure.

Stupid sickness.

Stupid human fault.

There is so much fault... So, so much.

And it's one individual's fault.

One.

It only takes one bad seed. One bad drop. One bad part.

It will eventually take over.

And look what's it's doing.

Taking over. Oh, what a surprise. *sarcasm*

*hits my head with a glass cup*

Shat-ered! *sing song*

Heeeey brother! C'mere so I can hug you.

No, I don't like hugs.

Me either! I hate hugs.

Awkward, horrible things.

Especially with siblings who are afraid of being attacked in the middle of the night that I can't figure out how to help.

STUPID STUPID STUPID

*slams head against counter*

There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for them.

Nothing. I love them so much.

I don't know how to show it though.

I barely see them.

I can't show anything.

WHY NOT

*breaks my wrist*

I'm done.

Stupid emotions.

Yes, I don't care. Just leave me alone to rot. In a ball. In the corner. Reflecting on my inability to show affection to my family.

And my overwhelming attachments I form with people over the Internet.

I am so sad.

As in pathetic and emotionally.

*breaks other wrist*

Goodbye. I need to eat.

No, no eating. I'm not hungry.