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I honestly DESPISE moving. It's awful.

That is all I have to say.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

It seems so long ago since I moved out. I had to go though so much and I had to grow up. I never agreed with my parents. But I can see where they are coming from. Now, they are going to kick Miles out. Because he is a pain to live with. I get that they make the choices for their house. But seriously? It feels like a re-run of me. Just because I'm moving back in doesn't mean I'm okay. I'm still broken. Extremely so.I am stronger than Miles. I know that this may hurt him far beyond repair.And are my parents okay with that? Probably. One a new family comes along the old one get's kicked to the curb. We deal, we try not to feel rejected. But honestly, (And I know it's petty..) WE WERE HERE FIRST.

Pillows And Turtles

I've got a ridiculous song stuck in my head....bother. But other than that, things feel............ See I don't even have a good word to describe them. I asked my dad and mom, if I could move back in with them last night. Partially because I am sick of my cousin acting like she owns the world. And also because deep in my heart, I have always wanted to go home. I don't even know how to feel right now. I know that I would be happier there, but am I making the right decision? I know that I have learned a lot from being away. I just don't want to fall backwards.

Grrrrrr!

I am done being yelled at. I didn't do anything to deserve it. I get that people are stressed. But seriously? Don't try and get attention. Talk. Voice your problems. Don't take it out on me and then say you don't want to talk about it. It's childish and petty. Grow. UP.