i'm the one with a permanent scar, looking for myself.

HAVE I MENTIONED SOMETIMES, HOW MUCH I HATE MY HOME? SURE IT USED TO BE A BLOODYHELL GREAT CONDUSIVE ENVIROMENT FOR STUDYING BUT NOW I JUST CAN'T STAND BEING AT HOME.

MY DAD THREATENS TO MOVE OUT IF MY MUM EVEN THINKS OF GETTING SOME HOUSEHOLD HELP. GO AND MOVE OUT LAH. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. I MEAN, YOU'RE A SELFISH FREAK NOT TO THINK OF THE FAMILY AND ONLY OF YOURSELF. YOU KNOW WE NEED HELP. YOU YOURSELF COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW YOU YOU YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THE WORK AND YELL AT MUM THE MOST. GO AND FUCKING DIE.

MY MUM TRIES TO ACT LIKE SHE'S SUCH A POOR DEAR, MOANING ABOUT HOW TIRED SHE IS WHENEVER SHE COOKS AND CLEANS AND STUFF EVEN THOUGH WE TELL HER 'ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DON'T COOK'.

I'M TRYING TO STUDYING FOR MY FREAKING PROMOS AND I'M BEING HELL DISTURBED BY THE VACUUM CLEANER, BOTH OF THEM SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER, THEM MAKING ME DO ALL SORTS OF RUBBISH LIKE CHANGING THE BED LINEN WHICH I DON'T REALLY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT AT THE MOMENT.

I MEAN IF I GET FREAKIN' RETAINED WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT MY FUCKING ROOM.

HELLO? I HAVE MY ECONS PROMO TOMORROW AND YOU GUYS JOLLY WELL KNOW IT. NOW WHEN I FAIL, I CAN TELL MY TEACHER, 'OH I'M SORRY I COUDLN'T STUDY BECAUSE MY PARENTS WERE TRANSFORMING ME INTO SUPER HOUSEWIFE.' AND MY JAPANESE MID-TERM IS IN LIKE, AN HOUR AND I'M NEGLECTING THAT!?

SO WHAT DO I DO? I SLAMMED MY DOOR SHUT AND AM NOW GOING DEAF FROM THE BLASTING SOUND FROM MY IPOD.

GREAT. I RUIN MY ACADEMIC AND MUSIC CAREER.

HELLO. MY NAME IS ALICIA AND I HATE MY LIFE.

Mother on Morphine

That sounds like a dandy band name now, doesn't it?

Well reading The Time Traveller's Wife again for the 1203129835th time, I realized how Clare's mum is a bit like Mary Tyrone. A bit there, a bit absent.

OH HEY ALLUSION?

But deary me, the lit paper is not so near yet. So near yet so far

EDIT: Woah, there was a heavy downpour for like half a minute and now its not really there? I can't hear it, that is.

since you've been gone i'm not the same