The new plan:
1. Finish book and homework post for online class.
2. Shower, you slob.
3. Drive to reservation, buy cheap cigarettes.
4. Drive to bar, drink.
Oh, and about 30 minutes ago I ate 3 pirogis. With sour cream. And some grapes on the side. So earlier, what I said? Big. FAT. Lie. I wish I could say something and stick with it. I wish I lived alone. All of this family time is making me choke. All of the eggshells I'm walking on around my Father are broke. Stupid prick, I fucking hate you. And then there is my Mother. Frigid, weak cunt. I'm so sick of you both. Just kick me out, already, I know you want to. I know you hate me. I know you're counting down the days (like I am) until I leave and am OUT OF YOUR HAIR.
I hate living here - there's too much food.
I hate living here - they hate me.
I just washed a dress and the colors bled onto my favorite white tank top. MotherFUCK I'm pissed off right now, I just wish I was dead.
Or do I?
How fucking emo can I get?
At this point I am just procrastinating. I need to read this fucking book and GET ON WITH MY NIGHT before I GO CRAZY!!!!!!!
Too late, I'm gone.
Just calm down. Just breathe. Just read.
xo to those who bother commenting (you're the ones who would come visit me in the psych ward)
and I love you.