In the midst of writing a note to Brittany I completely switched attitudes and into something that moreso belonged in here and I shocked msyelf as I was writing it... Sometimes I wish I didn't live here. I'm not happy when I'm here. I've been thinking about that for a month and Idk why. It's just that this group of people in this house isn't even like a family...ya know? My dad comes home from work, talks to me for about three minutes, then stays in his room or somewhere until Maureen comes home. I fucking ry to talk to her but over the past months she's become so damn unapprocahble that I just want to give up, but then I'M the one at fault when we stop talking while they're the ones who fucking alieanted us all in the first place. Maybe that doesn't make sense, but I feel neglected. I'm probably just selfish. I want to come home from school or something and be able to actually talk about my day to somebody who at least humors me by ACTING interested. Fuck i've never really realized my emotions like that until they all spilled out of that pen It's 10:00 I gtg