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my mother informed me last night that she doesn't feel comfortable talking to me about anything, so she's going to write me a letter about her thoughts on this past weekend. i ended the phone conversation with something like "i just need to get rid of you" and hung up the phone on her. i think perhaps we're officially not speaking. maybe this is better, because no one else i know ever makes it a point to tell me exactly how mentally ill and incapable of surviving i am, not to mention how terribly mean and caustic. no one else seems to see me in those ways. i don't really know why.

my housemate is in austria for a week visiting her parents. she said the kids would mostly be away at their dad's house, but so far this is bogus. i'm thinking of moving out sometime in the next couple of months because her daughter gets on my nerves so much. i guess it just surprises me that she's such a snot, because i always liked older people when i was thirteen. if we'd had a 22 year old housemate we probably would have been good friends....but i guess most kids aren't like i was. i was a fuckin' wierdo. still am.

my family really needs to stop asking me about my love life...especially my aunt...because i've never had one and i'm never going to...