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I can’t stand my family.

I’m visiting for Mother’s Day and I just hate it here.

I guess it’s not so much my family, I do love my family, it’s just that I hate it here.  I hate everything about this house.

It’s a mess, and the dog and cat are not house trained.  It smells, and it makes everyone crazy.  My bed is just a pull out thing and my back kills every time I sleep in it.  This place just sucks.

I wish my mom and dad could just get a small house somewhere with a little extra room for my brother (Rachel is totally on the virge of moving out so she wouldn’t need space).  If they moved somewhere else, maybe there wouldn’t be so much baggage.  Frank is going to graduate high school next month, so there’s nothing keeping them here.  If they move somewhere cheaper, things would be better.

I just don’t like being here.  It is uncomfortable, and did I mention it is a mess?  And I hate it, and everyone is crazy.

So crazy.

How can people live like this?  It was never this bad before… or did I just never notice?

I don’t think I am making any sense.

argh.

-kitten =v_v=