how did it come to this?
so im back after all. not that i really want to. was bout to settle at home alone with bread and peanut butter. then i realised my mama didnt leave money on the table for me...as we have agreed. so anyways here i am.
feels horrible to be here. just being here in this house...makes me feel..................................corrupt. rotten. sour. bitter. whatever i dont feel at home. alone. am waiting for the pics from malaysia to reach me. dont tink im gonna be here much next week...unless some sudden and violent urge to get caught in the cross-fire of the family strikes me.
so im gonna get whatever i have been thinking of done right now and get the hell outta there. here i mean. urgh.
