Rambling, in hopes that I find a conclusion.

[d00mmuffinz]

Yesterday afternoon, Mom called to ask what college fees were, etc., and updated me on the company as well as her boat-searching endeavors. I felt like a squirming little kid, anticipating the moment she asks about my super-productive day at work.

"Well, honey, I've gotta go. I have a nail appointment.

After 17 minutes (yeah yeah, I looked at the

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[moonisaballoon]

Honest to God, you have no idea how much this entry sounds like a snippet of my life.

My parents are emotionally unavailable and live very far away from me. I maybe see them twice a year and more often than not when I call them to talk about something they'll be busy, promise to call and never do as much,

My old flatmate sounds exactly like yours as well. She had this amazing knack of asking me how I was and then somehow turning the conversation onto how she is. She also did theatre stuff. I think there's a theme.

I know that in a lot of ways, that is exactly why I have a journal. To meet unbiased strangers who listen to what I have to say.

That doesn't mean that this kind of stuff doesn't still suck, though :(.

[d00mmuffinz]

Thanks for the support... not going to lie, I'm shocked that someone else has experienced the same. Makes me feel good in a way, knowing that I'm not exactly crazy for feeling like I'm the only one.

Theatre kids... She went to a party last night with them, invited me, but I worked on a paper instead. Sometimes I try to avoid them like the plague... wouldn't be surprised if they had some sort of disease, anyway. Unfortunately my conscience kicked in and I picked her up around 1am. Thank goodness my puppy likes car rides: I woke the little girl up and tossed her in the passenger seat.