cornerofmadness

So far not a single card is written and I couldn't give a shit. No gifts are wrapped. The only ones that have gone out are ones I had sent directly from the seller. I don't particularly want to go home, especially given the last two times I've called home Dad's been screaming. Yesterday about the glitter from the tree skirt. Today I heard him throwing a hanger and knocking all the shit off the table because it was the WRONG hanger his shirt was put on. It's like go hang up your own fucking clothes then.

He's currently pissed off at me because there is nothing I can possibly do that's right. If I don't send him houses I'm looking at, he gets upset. He gets pissed if I DO send them. He found a good house for me and it IS a good house but it's literally right across the street from L. I CAN NOT live across the street from her. I just can't. I am not ready to be the constant Leonard to her Sheldon. So now he's pissed I don't want this house. I'M pissed that he can't get it through his head I DO NOT want to live in Gallipolis. How hard is it that a) Gallipolis is a Heroin ridden city with ZERO growth. b) Jackson has SOME growth. c) Gallipolis is another twenty miles further from all my friends.

Maybe I'll get lucky and this college will fold and I can just leave. God knows where I'll go but anywhere is better than here. (I say that now but we all know I'd hate the South more than here).

I don't want to go to school to deal with these kids tomorrow. I don't want to go to the endocrinologist or for my cardia echo this week. I know I have to do the latter. I'm having issues with breathing and pain. It's probably just my hiatal hernia but i should see if it's not angina and/or small heart attacks. I DO have risk factors.

I wanted to clean this place today but too depressed to move.