Mar 30, 2006 18:50
TO KILL MY FAMILY.
Not really. But it seems these days I can't enter the house without bickering with somebody. I think I really do need space. And I was THIS CLOSE. THIS CLOSE TO GETTING AWAY. But no, I have another fucking year of this high school thing. I don't think I can take it. We had such a good relationship, and now I can barely get near any of them without the impulse to scream. Dad and I just had a fight in the car after my therapy session where he essentially called me selfish and then said that wasn't what he said. What he said was, "You know, I get really upset, too. With all your problems, have you ever noticed there's someone else on the other end of the conversation?" In this really...ugh. No word for it. Voice. And I told him I couldn't believe he just called me selfish, and he's all, "You're twisting my words," and I'm all, "No, I'm just taking the niceties off of them." I can't stand this. I need to get out.