"home"
03/22/2003 12:23 a.m.
I'm writing from my grandparents' house. I've realized something. No one notices or cares that I'm "home." No one made a big deal, no one misses me enough to TELL me they've missed me, no one seems to remember that I've been 4 hours away for the past 2 1/2 or 3 months. And, you know, that's ok. Yeah, it hurts. But it's just a reinforcement of my independence. Why in the world do I care what my parents think/want/suggest when they don't even pay attention to me when I'm here? They don't care that I'm home - all I am this week is another person to feed and someone that'll do the laundry.

Well, fine, you know? I'm going to do what I need to do and if they don't like it... so what?

Ok, this is the most childish journal entry I've posted in a REALLY long time... but I'm not getting any attention and I've taken to whining. Sometimes I'm 3. I've never claimed otherwise.

Time to pull myself from the self-pity. Gosh I hate me sometimes.
I am currently Bothered
I am listening to relatives talking