She's worse again. She felt better yesterday. The drug Ativan is responsible for her feeling better, but apparently she can't just keep taking it for some reason. Which is a shame. I don't know why though. I also don't know why I have to live with her. I can't keep doing this, and I don't know what to do. There are some moments where I wish she would just die already. And I know she feels the same. It just isn't fair. I mean why does everything that could possibly go wrong DOES go wrong?