| Current mood: | disgusted |
| Current music: | Aimee Allen: Revolution |
Heavens and saints, preserve me!
I'm going home today. I've got to. I need to put my check in the bank and get my mail. Luckily, I'll be coming back tomorrow morning, but Mom's already making me regret the choice to go home. 8:30 in the morning, and I'm already regretting my decision to go home. She calls me this morning as she always does and quickly informs me that she saw an acquaintance of mine from high school the other day. When the acquaintance asked if I had a girlfriend yet, instead of replying with the normal "No," she opts for saying, "No, at least he hasn't brought one home yet, but he doesn't come home much anymore." In one sentence, she insulted me being gay and me having a life. Alex and I were debating last night whether I should give her the nine page letter that I wrote telling her that I wasn't coming home this summer and explaining why. We debated whether it needed editing or not. I think after today, she's proven that it doesn't. We had decided to wait and see how this weekend went. Well, I think I can already tell how it's going to go. I despise my family, and I'll now be all the more glad for when I have an entire world between them and me.
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