It's just really weird when your room mate suddenly decides she has authority over you.

I wouldn't mind following random unjust rules if my family was a family. God I hate this house so much.

I hate coming here... I hate feeling alone at night.

I'd give anything in the world to get away from this place. The feeling I get when I have to be at this house is overwhelming. I think the stress of it all is some how combining with my head to make all these things I've been complaining about happen.

...but I can't tell Shea. And since I can't tell her there no where I can get help.

2 more fucking years..... 2 more fucking years...