Like A Bad Star

I have so much to do this week. It's unbelievable. Next weekend, I'm leaving for a 10-day vacation in New Hampshire. I have to get the rabbits ready for my absence. I have to clean my room so that Rebecca can put water in Fred&George's dish. I also have to go buy hermit crab sand because their habitat is dirty and smelly.

I'm really looking forward to distancing myself from my parents. My life at home is ridiculous and I can't wait to get away from them. I also look forward to swimming in the pool and going to the falls.

I haven't much else to say, other the usual "i fucking hate my parents"- rant.

Don't Let Me Go

It's almost 4 am and I'm tired as hell. So much has been on my mind this week. I don't know where to start.

This week, I also found the website for the orphanage where I was adopted from. At the site, you could email them with your information and they'll post it on the page for you, saying that you are looking for your birth mother. So, I immediately emailed them my info, because I am obviously desperate.

The relationship between my parents and I is just getting worse and worse by the day. All of the pain they cause me has driven me to smoke more. The more tension there is between us, the more often I smoke. Now, I just don't give a shit. Fuck them.

I've been thinking about Susan lately. In fact, I think about her constantly now. It's not healthy, I know. But I can't help it. She's my mom after all. I just hope she is happy and healthy, wherever she is.

Goodnight. Love you, Mom.