I hate myself.
Has it really only been two days? I looked at the calander and it feels like an eternity has passed between now and the Thursday that I last marked. I'm in agony. I want to go home, but i don't know if I can, or for how long, because my mother is getting her godforsaken operation the first week in July and we are not aloud to be in town for two weeks afterward. Good god, is anyone planning on putting me through college? I think not, and I don't know why I bother asking, since they made that very clear to me oh so many years ago. All this withering away in solitude, just because my friggin parents can't bloddy talk to each other. So much for being responsible, respectible adults! God, I'm getting fat...