i would like to run away from home.
but i think at my age that's just called moving out.

my aunt's pushing for me to apply at UW for some reason. she really wants me to get a bachelor's degree, she doesn't care what major. she just wants me to have a degree. because she thinks that will make me happy in life.
my mom just had a baby on the eighth... i should be excited about that. but i'm not. it makes me feel very wrong. inside. not angry, just off. sad, maybe.

more bitch, more whine.
life is great, it just has patches of weeds.