If you love something, let it go, if it returns...you're dreaming

I stared at the computer screen, all happiness built up inside for the first time in days was crushed by rage. I glared, scowling as I read the journal entry that started it all. I got to the section that really angered me and I gripped the mouse.

"Machi is always mad at me and treats me like a stupid dog who peed on the floor and will never learn. IM SICK OF IT! AHHHHHHHHHHH!Why am i writing this? when Machi reads it, she'll freak out and be all mad!! But you know what? its my turnto be mad!! I deserve it!! And you know what else, since you'll aleady hate me youshould know that I always thought that your mom should divorce your dad! there! He is getting better though. wait! see?!? I suck at being mad! Its cause im always trying to please you, machi! Well no more!uuhhhg!-chika" (from EdwardsPinstripes166's journal,)
Any time she dared to talk about my father, she knew I'd be mad, because she always had negative things to say about him and I was still sewing wounds shut from his last drunken rampage before he turned sober.
My stomach dropped to my feet and I could feel bile shoving itself up my throat, threatening to gag me right where I was. This entry had come out of nowhere, it's not like we were starting to fight or anything. Chika had been the only one I could talk to at school, and I thought we were closer than sisters. Obviously, I was wrong. I was sick of her smart comments that were made about my father and my cousin(who I love to death, aka Kitsune Uchiha.), and I was determined to put my foot down. We had arguments like this before, but now my nerves are fraying and I'm to the point of being on meds for depression and I don't want to deal with this anymore. She was always used to things like this making me mad, then all my anger dissappearing over the next few days. She doesn't know me too well, I guess. This is how I am now, I don't mean to treat her badly, honestly. I mean well, but I'm not going for the Gentle Giant thing anymore. If she can't accept my attitude, then I guess it's both our losses. I wasn't always going to sit here and take this from everyone. All this crap from my family, my cousins, people at school...I was sick of it. We can both make new friends, it's not like any human solely depends on another.
Now, I read her other entries, all begging forgiveness. Someone who's to the point of grovelling needs to be alone for a while anyway, that's how it worked for me. I glanced at my keyboard and considered unblocking her today.
Maybe tommorow,
Was my thought as the internet was disconnected and the moniter went black. Of course, that was the same to words resounding in my head yesterday as well. I know now, if it's thought about logically, that tommorow never comes. I stood from the wooden chair in the room that used to be our study and made my way through the darkened house to my room, a slight twisted smirk resting on my lips for a moment, before returning to the usual indifferent scowl.