I cannot WAIT until I move back out of this damn house. I was on the phone till the wee hours of the morning, giggling with my College buddies, reminiscing on all the fun we had last year, and all the drama that we will encounter the year coming up. I miss being away… I love being away. I can’t be in this house a day longer..
I love the fact that at school the only way my mother can contact me is through PHONE, and when I don’t want to talk, I can hang up. I think my mother likes making me feel nervous, stressed, angry and overwhelmed. I’m sure she gets some kick out of it, because this WHOLE summer has been HELL, the fire, the brimstones, the WORKS babe.
I’m about to start packing now, :/
The voodoo you do…” —Lauryn Hill, When It Hurts So Bad, circa 1998