tomorrow morning, my week-long break from the eternal pits of hell will be over. I'm so not ready to go back.

seeing just this small taste of freedom is gonna make me even sadder and make life even harder at my house. because here, there's not someone constantly with their nose up my ass wondering what the hell i'm doing all the time and constantly pointing out every single thing i do wrong. here, i'm not reminded every single second of the things and memories that like to haunt me all the time.

so whoever reads this i'm warning you now, if i act weird from now on or like a big bitch, you know why