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Sometimes I think I'm on drugs tied in an institution and this life is just something I created in my mind. But then I think why would I create something so blah? My mom and bro's went to visit grandma for a week...of course I. was bitching and complaining the whole time. Mom says that aunt has gotten worse, haven't heard anything from A. yet. I'm losing focus again, I've been here for months and my room still looks like crap, I don't care anymore. I'm angry, rebelious, and very impatient. Everyone still thinks I'm nice despite me telling them that I'm not. Had a couple of stalker incidents at work nothing to worry about. I'm not saying it is right but I understand why celebrities get stalked, what I do not understand is why ordinary people get stalked. Anywhoo gotta go to bed, tomorrow I'm making dinner for a bunch of people, hopefully something good will come out of it...