December 27, 2004 - 11:02 p.m. Do you ever have those days where you just hate everybody? Somehow the mix of hormones and clausterphobia and stale Christmas Spirit overwhelms you, and you realize that you would rather sit in a corner and cry than play one more game or eat one more cookie. Perhaps I make it out to be worse than it is. Really, I'm just tired (physically, mentally, and socially) and unable to cope with the lack of structure. Granted, I'm sick of watching my father be anti-social, my mother nag everyone and then wonder why we respond negatively, my sister display so much energy that it makes me tired, and my brother attempt to deal with the same painful emotional oscillation that I'm attempting to hide beneath cheesy smiles or sarcasm. Sometimes I just can't belive the awful, hurtful things that gush from my mouth. I don't even get to edit; the sarcasm and the condescension and the contrariness just pour out like liquid bitterness. I desperately wish to go back to school and then curse myself for wanting to be anywhere but where I am. I should be so happy to be with my family. I've listened to Rebecca and Cary ache for their families, but I rather want to run from mine, at least for the moment. (And honestly, I think I was deluding myself when I said I wanted to come home. What is there for me at home?) At the very least, I want to talk to someone sane. Are you sane? Will you talk to me about whateve mundane things happened in your boring day? I've had all the fun and excitement I can stand. ...before & after...