I'm mad, for my whole life I've been a depressed, mature kid who worries about others and trys to make my mom not stress from my little sister, 10 years of my life I couldn't make friends, been that one weird kid at school, I started journaling, it helped a lot, I got confidence and became happy, all my thoughts into one, 3 days ago my journal went missing which I said, maybe I'll find it tomorrow, and started worrying around day 2, 3rd day at midnight and so I finally ask my sister again if she had seen it, she says (yeah idk why it's there) LITERALLY ON HER DRAWER, I get mad, genuinely, I start yelling at her for taking my stuff, she says she didn't know, there's like my name written on every corner, saying do not touch and my name, I told my mom about it slso and she agreed not to touch it, but here it was, on my sisters drawer, I yelled at her and told her how it made me feel and how she doesn't understand? She yelled at me back for accusing her when it was sitting next to her.