Tuesday, November 16, 2010

This Place Is A Prison

My House is NOT as bad as it could be.
I'm starting with that.
My house has become just that; a house. I hate it here.
I want to leave, I needed to leave so badly tonight.
So badly I called Taylor. I wanted someone to pick me up. Anyone.
I can't handle it here any more.

Behaviors are learned- I'm fucked.
I've learned when you don't like something you yell and make it uncomfortable until it goes away.
I've learned that if that trick doesn't work you can always drink away your problems.
Thanks for the life lessons bitch.

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