My dad is over. Yay.
I have stuck my earbuds in and found a show to switch to in case he has the gall to walk through my door and try and speak to me.
But I doubt he will.
I just heard the front door open and I think he is leaving.
He's taking my little sister with him. She's gonna spend a couple of nights with him.
I really wish she wasn't going with him. Even though the responsibility of taking care of her all weekend while mom is gone will be lifted from my shoulders, I would rather have her be with me than with our father.
This whole separation thing is working great for him, he only has to be our father when he feels like it. Yep, awesome for him.
I think he's gone. Unless he wants to chat with my brother before he goes. Thats a definite possibility.
That is all.
P.S. He also stole Netflix from us. That is just one thing you can't get up from.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A Letter
Dear Cruel World,
I am sitting in in my house doing nothing of consequence. But see I rather like it. You may tell me that it's awful, that I should have dragged myself out of bed to go to my Algebra class, but honestly, I don't give a whit. I feel rather light-hearted and carefree.
If only I could always feel carefree. If only other people would stop telling me I shouldn't be feeling carefree. They're right. I'm really not so carefree. I'm just avoiding responsibilities and such.
But damn it, I can't think of why these responsibilities should be so dang important to me. There's a reason why I'm careless, I don't care about these particular responsibilities. It's more obligation to me right now than anything else.
And what's worse than obligation? What makes you want to run away faster than obligation? Danger maybe? Impending doom?
Algebra feels like an obligation. A career feels like an obligation. Having money.... Well that is definitely something I want.
Anyway World, the point of all this is to tell you that you suck.
Sincerely, Camille
I am sitting in in my house doing nothing of consequence. But see I rather like it. You may tell me that it's awful, that I should have dragged myself out of bed to go to my Algebra class, but honestly, I don't give a whit. I feel rather light-hearted and carefree.
If only I could always feel carefree. If only other people would stop telling me I shouldn't be feeling carefree. They're right. I'm really not so carefree. I'm just avoiding responsibilities and such.
But damn it, I can't think of why these responsibilities should be so dang important to me. There's a reason why I'm careless, I don't care about these particular responsibilities. It's more obligation to me right now than anything else.
And what's worse than obligation? What makes you want to run away faster than obligation? Danger maybe? Impending doom?
Algebra feels like an obligation. A career feels like an obligation. Having money.... Well that is definitely something I want.
Anyway World, the point of all this is to tell you that you suck.
Sincerely, Camille
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