July 20th, 1979 -- As Trevor Bulstrode
You know what? Fuck this.
For the past couple of years or so I have been trying to be the relatively sane one in my family; the one trying to keep together its broken pieces for the sake of my brother and sister. However, its become painfully obvious to me as of late that my efforts truly are worthless. Neither of my siblings really talk to me anymore, my mother constantly yells at me for not being good enough and half expects me to do her parenting jobs for her, and dad... well, it's a minor miracle if I can get a sentence out of him in any given day.
I'm sick of doing all this work for nothing, you know? If no one cares about it, then honestly, why should I? I'm bloody sick of wasting my time trying to smooth over something that everyone else apparently doesn't give a damn about anymore.
I don't even care anymore if they come to the wedding. FOUR MORE DAYS, WHAT THE HELL? I don't think they will, so I guess I'll be pleasantly surprised if any of them bother to show up. It's a big step in my life, and since everyone has been so supportive of me up until this point, why should I expect anything else?
Ren has got to be utterly mad for marrying into this. The woman is a saint, really.
Fuck, I need a drink or two.