no, before you assume it, im not saying i hate my parents like that stereotypical teenage girl. yes whomever it may concern... im not that bitch you all know. i love my parents dearly and i couldn't imagine a life without them. its just lately stuff has been out of control. i fear for the worst blogosphere as i normally do but it seems as if everyday i come home this warm sheltering cocoon home is supposed to be turns into a war zone. its kinda like if you imagine yourself in a structured giant cloth bag that is secure and warm and at first it seems like its just fraying at the edges but then everyday you notice it a little bit more, and more, until it is barely there. i wish for one day the war zone could stop to let me recover a bit. i used to hate when people would block the world out with their iPods but now i understand. my iPod has become my only safe haven. how pathetic i know your thinking but the truth hurts. how ironic though, reader, i am hurting myself from a truth i have said.
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hi.... (awkward intro= done) i am often times referred to as a weasel.... and according to wikipedia... weasels are solitary creatures with not many friends, so if you would like to prove wikipedia wrong or make me at least think i have friends....comment below
yep... i think thats pretty much it!