i am angry again, sorry.

i hate this. i just walked downstairs to tell my dad i don't feel good/tell him what's wrong with me in hopes he'll go to the store and get me something for my throat. it's my allergies. i know this because it's happened before. the same way. it feels like i swallow dust and my nose starts running. the next day, i wake up with a sore throat and it lasts for about a week. i don't like it.
but i walked downstairs and my grandma/uncle are suddenly doctors. my grandma says it's the little sun burn i have (my nose is red from the sun, that's it) and my uncle says it's because of my lack of sleep. what does he even know anyway? he doesn't live here, and i've been sleeping fine. a good amount.
no one down there knows how i'm feeling, especially since i didn't get to talk or explain myself.
and i know it's not just my family. the other day, i was watching this documentary called "the bridge"
it's about the golden gate bridge and how people tend to kill themselves using it.
all the family members and friends acted like they were all psychologists or doctors. saying things like "well, she was different ever since her dad died" or "i think it was the meds that really pushed her over"
that really pissed me off. especially since earlier, they were talking about how the person didn't talk to them or they acted like nothing was wrong. so i had to stop it.

anyways, i hope to put a non-ranting blog up soon, because this is annoying me.