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I went to bed at 7pm last night. Dad started to yell at me, mom told him to let me go. What the hell is wrong with going to bed early rather than sit in a room wathcing football inhaling secondhand smoke?
Things are quasi-better now that we have reverted to our natural state of "not talking about it", which as far as I'm concerned is the reason everyone is so quick to yell, by never addressing underlying issues, everyone just starts yelling about stupid things like the TV and when I should be going to bed.
It's really sick when the card I have to play with my parents is "Fine, I wont come back next time"
Honestly, I don't want to be here, and most of it has to do with freedom. I'm really sorry, but there is nothing for me to do here, nothing for me to eat here. I really wish I had one of those families that encouraged me to eat more, however groceries here are limited to pop, chips and chocolate. Yes, as a daily diet. They get insulted when I go out to scavenge real food, when I'm hungry no less. Normally I have to wait until they are hungry.
They get mad when I don't join them for breakfast because I ate 2 hours earlier, which was unconscionably rude of me (please note I need to eat with my medication, which must be taken when I wake up).
*sigh*
I need to revaluate some things before I come back.

Time to visit relatives.

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So after that little visit, which I will spare everyone the gory details except my 2nd cousins are cute and my Uncle has a great house he designed himself, is that as I have said, I am Grandpa's favourite. But you can imagine what kind of fun that makes when you'r the only one to get a present from him.
Thank you Nina for handing me a new drink every ten minutes.