even though they weren't so great.

i feel rotten.

my life surrounds: washing, cleaning up, ironing, waking up alone, going home to an empty house, being afraid of the darkness, 6am teevee noises, 8pm solitude, homework, headaches, not being able to see my parents for at least an hour a day, sketching, packed meals, missing people, wishing i could speak to a living thing, sleeping, typing this shit so i could get it out and not swallow it and cry, breathing.

i'm not taking this as well as i wanted to, right?
trust me, this is not just some teen angst entry.