After my disappearing, hating my parents, childish act, I come home and go straight up to my room. Back into solitude.

It's almost one a.m. and I go downstairs in search of some ice cream. What do I find? Half of Christmas presents wrapped neatly, and with love.

I wanted to cry. I fucking suck at being a daughter. 

- driving to north carolina for a one night stay ( Read more... )

I swear they WANT me to pull my hair out....

They are so annoying. I just wish they would shut up and let me work! That's all I ask: Leave me alone.

Oh Merlin. I do love being a writing. [gives me an excuse to be neurotic]