In a quiet house...

I've probably mentioned this many times before, but I don't care. I'll sound like a broken record then. I really hate being home. It changes my mood dramatically, and I have no motivation to do anything. I don't WANT to do stupid chores for my parents. I don't WANT to go to school or do homework. I don't WANT to find a job and be a work slave for another year. I just don't want to do anything, but hope that I can graduate brookdale and get my ass to NB where I belong. Because in this prison, I can't accept being here anymore. I'm like a living ghost. The real Gail is in NB with her boyfriend and best friends in the world. The people that matter to me....my REAL family....And I try not to think too much about things..but it's hard when you're alone and have nothing to do...

My mind is my only friend here.

And my parents are either never home, or they are here...and they piss me off. It doesn't take alot though, after all these years only their mere presence makes me mad. They make me feel like I'm insignificant...that I will be stuck living with them forever and will not get a change to spread my wings and fly away. They moved out of their parents homes when they were 18....I have the same instinct...but a couple years later....it's not fair.

I really REALLY REALLY hate being here...why must I be imprisoned? Why must I be left behind? I am thinking too much now. Stop it, my mind, my friend...not today...

Kay I'm gonna make myself look good enough to walk around in public. I'm hanging out with my dad today...yay....

byeeeeeeee