Please give everyone in this house some fucking prozac. Everyone is bitchy, me included and it's pissing us all off, me included. I feel bad because I used to love coming home but it was because I got to see you. I love dad. I love Turlach. But this is a different place now without you and i don't like it. The cigarette smoke. The dogs. The tempers. This house feels different now. I never thought being the only female in the family would feel so weird but it does. I don't like it. I don't think I like anything today. I'm so sick of the smoke and the tempers and the emptiness. I hate it.
And I wish everyone would stop driving me fucking insane.
