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.... There are days when I think the whole world sucks hardcore, and that it couldn't possibly ever be redeemed.
Not only are there people out there who feel it necessary to tell me I waddle and am disgusting, not only does the world just suck in general....
but then I have to deal with my sister, who's warped sense of reality puts her in this fairy-tale land where she is perfect and everyone else isn't. All day long we've been cleaning out my grandmother's house... something thats a little painful for all involved. And she has been reading a book. The fact that we're slightly tikked at her for not participating in this both joyus and painful time strikes her as stupid. We just got into a shrieking match... and honestly, I had to stop myself from really saying things that I shouldn't mean.
And all of this of course takes place in Iowa. Iowa, the land that I can't stand. The land where the probability of me feeling comfortable is slim to none, the land where I have to smile and be happy all the time when I don't fucking mean it.
Goddamn do I want to go home right fucking now.
Two more days.
And then 20 hours in the car with the sister.
Joy.
In other news, said sister spent all of last night feeding me vodka-based girly-drinks at the sushi place. Besides the fact that I had to pay for it, it was probably the best time I've had out here all trip.
Ien
Not only are there people out there who feel it necessary to tell me I waddle and am disgusting, not only does the world just suck in general....
but then I have to deal with my sister, who's warped sense of reality puts her in this fairy-tale land where she is perfect and everyone else isn't. All day long we've been cleaning out my grandmother's house... something thats a little painful for all involved. And she has been reading a book. The fact that we're slightly tikked at her for not participating in this both joyus and painful time strikes her as stupid. We just got into a shrieking match... and honestly, I had to stop myself from really saying things that I shouldn't mean.
And all of this of course takes place in Iowa. Iowa, the land that I can't stand. The land where the probability of me feeling comfortable is slim to none, the land where I have to smile and be happy all the time when I don't fucking mean it.
Goddamn do I want to go home right fucking now.
Two more days.
And then 20 hours in the car with the sister.
Joy.
In other news, said sister spent all of last night feeding me vodka-based girly-drinks at the sushi place. Besides the fact that I had to pay for it, it was probably the best time I've had out here all trip.
Ien