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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: I need out.
Tuesday, 3 June 2008 AT 7:01 am


I'm in a PMS-y mood today.
Packing is screwing my good moods upsidedown, plus its so fucking hot in the house, and both my parents are being dskaskjdujnALLTHEMOREFUCKINGANNOYINGdhskjdfgosdlf.
I need to get out. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just out of this hellhole.
But I can't.

Parents should seriously desist all their lecturing. If I wanted to be bugged continously for 2 hours straight, I would go do something worth being nagged at.
I sit here taking a well-earned break from all the dust and grime and shit, and my Dad is here rambling some crap about how he can't help me pack my stuff, and if it gets damaged then nothing can be done, and how I've wasted precisely an hour and 4 minutes, and about how Theodora is earning a thousand plus a month teaching at some top school and received a scholarship for the States (my parents love comparing me to other people), and then asking how long more will I have to take, before going right back to grumbling about my packing.
That's not including the bout of lecturing that accompanies breakfast every morning. Can anyone really blame me for not wanting to wake up?
I'm trying my best not to scream with frustration and yell my lungs out and smash something before stomping out for retail therapy, to just ignore his mumblings and make it fade to the background, but its not really working. I need to improve my selective hearing skills.

You just try being stuck at home for a whole week with no company other than your family's and practically no contact with the outside world. Any lesser person than me would have long since gone bonkers with MY family.
I cannot wait till I get to HongKong and out of my parents' direct circle of control.

Can't everybody just fuck off, get a life, stop sticking their noses in mine, and leave me be to finish Pretty Things?

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