*implodes*
*screams* *tears hair out* *punches babies*
If I had gone to a college here, where I'd have to still live at home during the fall/winter, I probably would've jumped off a bridge by now.
EDIT: (It's 7 hours after I wrote the above rage, but I'm too lazy to make a separate post....) This is officially my last time on the computer until next Saturday. Tomorrow morning we're driving to the infamous camp! Wish me luck. I'm going to need it, and then some. Aaand also thanks to Zach for getting me out of the house after the aforementioned seeing-red incident.
When I came home this summer, I expected to blend into the furniture like I always do. But I can't bring myself to be a doormat anymore. I'm actually starting to stand up for myself, much to my parent's dismay. And so, naturally, 90% of my time is spent arguing...futilly. Which isn't much better than doormat syndrome, as my point is still not being heard. Gah. I sound like a whiny 13-year-old. I've just never "rebelled" (what I'm aiming for shouldn't be called "rebellion", but rather "asking for basic human rights") or really done anything against my parent's wishes, so I'm a little behind on the times.
Pffft. But enough about that. I'm going to camp for a week! I haven't even packed and it's 1:45am! I have to wake up at 8am! Why am I still writing this?! Ah, well, you know- The faster I go to sleep, the faster morning comes.