there's no place like home
for some reason i have dancing queen stuck in my head. and i really don't know why, because i hate abba. i guess i need some non gay friends (aka 'straighties').
so i'm currently getting ready to go visit that dreaded place otherwise known as "home." of course, tuscaloosa is home to me (temporarily). but i'm referring to that place where i grew up. my grandmother is really sick so i'm going to see her along with the rest of my family at the hospital. the thought of this is making me very anxious. i hate going home because i feel like i have to look 'pretty' and act 'normal.' i have to convince everyone that i'm not a crazy, drug-addicted, alcoholic party girl. i think i'm fucking paranoid. i should really quit bitching, because it's not that bad. but, to me, it equals anxiety.
there are more things i want to write about, but i don't have time now.
so i'm currently getting ready to go visit that dreaded place otherwise known as "home." of course, tuscaloosa is home to me (temporarily). but i'm referring to that place where i grew up. my grandmother is really sick so i'm going to see her along with the rest of my family at the hospital. the thought of this is making me very anxious. i hate going home because i feel like i have to look 'pretty' and act 'normal.' i have to convince everyone that i'm not a crazy, drug-addicted, alcoholic party girl. i think i'm fucking paranoid. i should really quit bitching, because it's not that bad. but, to me, it equals anxiety.
there are more things i want to write about, but i don't have time now.