sarorah

cuz i do. i really really really do. my bday is in 6 days and i have a feeling the family will be at everyone's throat, LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY. yelling and throwing pencils and hair dryers and printers and god knows what. i'll save the trouble and not even mention it. I feel like marilyn monroe, the girl who had a lotta problems, but had to hide it every effing day by smiling for the camera, so people don't ask.

Forget this. 1 year and im leaving so there are no legal implications. im just gonna take my clothes in some suitcase so i dont look awful. i could probably sell them if i end up desperate, i have some pretty expensive pieces. i dont care if i end up on the street. calmly explain the situation to the college, and if they take me, great. if not, i'll probably still survive. i'll probably come back one day and see my mother in a mental institute and my dad in jail. mark my words.

someone tell me that they suffer too so i don't feel like an outlier...please.