GAH!

I hate that I have no one to turn to when I'm feeling down, and I hate that it'll make Danielle feel down for me to write this, and I hate feeling guilty for that.

But I can't stand not to vent somewhere. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I want to kick and scream and curse but I can't because I'm a guest in someone else's home. But fuck them. I want to get out. I want to get away from this family which increasingly feels like one of those crappy knock-off families that so many Americans never get to be close to.

And I hate not having anyone to turn to when I'm feeling down.