So my mom tells me this morning that my sister's only been a complete bitch to me for the past two months because she thinks I'm going to die. Sure, your brother's going to die... perfect reason to be a royal ass to him, right?

Eh, she just doesn't handle death well. At all. Any time anyone makes mention of our grandmother, she screams at us to shut the hell up and then she runs off. Of course, then her friend Jimmy got shot in the face, and for whatever reason the family decided to have an OPEN CASKET VIEWING (stupid, if you ask me) and all the little junior high kids got to go see Jimmy with a hole in his head. I'm pretty sure that only made things worse. The fact that my sister had a huge crush on the guy who killed him only complicates things further.

In any case, she's completely convinced that I'm going to die. Isn't that great? This seems to convince me that I'm not dying any time soon, but then again, there's whole team of doctors who still can't figure out why all of my vital organs keep failing on me. *shrug*

After we're done with my kidney, we get to figure out why my liver...

As far as I'm concerned, if I die, so be it. I'm certain it won't be for a long, long time though. I just don't understand why my sister has to be so... well, I can't really find the words, but you know what I'm saying, right?

Honestly, I'm wondering if that's not what's made Alisyn so serious about everything the last three months, too. I'm not trying to start any controversy or anything, but I'm only following a thought process here. It makes sense, actually...