so its wierd. having my family here. and i haven't ever really realized how different i am from them. i dont really know how to put it into words, and im not trying to sound all melodramatic but... its the truth. not to say that i dont appreciate them, or like them but we're just really different. they lack authenticity. and not that i hate them for it, i just have never realized it. but what i do hate, is how sitting there with all these people that are supposed to be familiar to me - makes me want to escape. dont fall into the routine. alexisonfire - its true im a filthy emo bitch. hahahahahha - i wonder if when i told you that, if you really realized what a struggle that was. to accomplish that, well it fucking meant something. i've got the urge to herbal oh and yeah today when my relatives came my brothers were sleeping, and i was in my pajamas. so it was cool, having my little cousins wake them up and watch me get ready....