I don’t even know what to do anymore. I feel like I’ve failed my parents. I feel like I’ve failed my brother. And I feel like I’ve failed myself for wanting to move out. They need me here more than ever, and I don’t want to feel like I’m running away from my problems. I don’t want to abandon them.
I’m constantly playing mediator that sometimes I think I’m the only thing keeping this house together. That’s a really tough burden to bear, but it sickens me to think that I’m most happy away from my family.
Well, when they’re like this. Yelling. Screaming. Crying. When they’re breaking under pangs of guilt and only sustaining themselves by pointing fingers.
Logic tells me I shouldn’t feel guilty. None of this is really my fault, and yet, I still feel like it is.And I know the feeling won’t go away no matter how much I rationalize.
Katherine Pierce + phonecalls
I’m sitting in class and for the life of me, I really cannot pay attention. I wouldn’t say this is a BAD class. It’s just…boring. Plus, I’m developing a headache and all I want to do is eat and curl up in a bed URGH. I didn’t get much sleep from the night before.
I stayed over the school two days ago helping my friend with a paper, and that took until five in the morning. Oy vey. I think there was more flirting than there was actually working on the paper. I was supposed to sleep at my other friend’s dorm, very platonic and shit, but when I got to his room he just wouldn’t budge. So I slept in the dorm of the friend I was helping, and I know I’m really tiny, but he’s really tall and… lol no. Didn’t exactly help the sleeping arrangements.
We didn’t DO anything. But I’m sure if I didn’t have my period we would… and saying that makes me feel a little naughty, but who cares, right? I’M A FREE SEXUAL BIRD… eloquence at its best, kiddos.
YOUR BRITISH ACCENT SUCKSSS BITCH