Periwinkle

So I'm back at the old house. home sweet home. blech.

We were packing up stuff on Sunday at hillside and the bitch told me she never wants to hear my mouth again. I hate her. I start shaking every time I think of her or that awful voice.

I told Vishwa. he said I don't look like the type of person to have a sob story. He said I'm the happiest kid he knows. I told him that I'm not a happy kid. I think I ruined his illusion. poor kid. Lord knows why he likes me anyway.

I feel bad because I don't like him back. He almost even creeps me out. He's so skinny and I'm so huge. Gross.

This house is in a time loop. I swear I'll see my mother around here at any moment. all the curtains are up and things are the same. I want out. Out of this house and out of this town. I want out of this awful life. But no life will be better than this one, so I'd rather be dead. I think about being dead a lot. Then things wouldn't hurt so much.