*sighs lengthily*

The day has been long. Woke up around ten to help my mother assemble a fire-pit she had bought. Then had to vacuum up the little bits of styrafoam that fell off the packaging, which was fun and enlightening. Then I ate some chips and dip and applesauce...not a good combination, let me tell you. Never try it. Seriously. Next, mum and I went to Kinko's to fax some paperwork to her new office, and to Lowe's then PetsMart to look for PH Decreaser and Increaser (we just put in a pond...I did not help.) After that, we went to my psychiatrist, where i learned that my mood swings are being caused by my father. I highly doubt this. I mean, they have been worse these past two weeks, and yet nothing with him has occured...so how can it be caused by my father?! Just because I have a horrible relationship with him means nothing. Also, mother asked if I could join group therapy sessions with other people. I swear that woman is trying to kill me. Doesn't she know that I don't like people? Does she not care? I don't want to hear other people's problems, they don't interest me. If they did I would become a fucking pshychiatrist or something. But I am not. Argh, it's just so frustrating, living with someone who doesn't understand you at all. And then having the person who perhaps understands you the most in the world try and rip you apart every time you visit him. I hate my parents for doing this to me. Why couldn't they have just not conceived me. It's not like I asked to be born.

Oh yeah, and I'll be gone all next week with My Torturer. Please miss me. It makes me feel good about myself.