depressed. i'm the only girl in the world to actually have to battle for time to do homework; my mother thinks homework is fun, writing essays is fun, etc. if i go downstairs for a cup of tea, she asks me to do some random pointless cleaning act like polishing the drains or something equally as stupid. she says i haven't got anything better to do.

i tell her i really would prefer to torture rubber duckies in the toilet basin but, nope, have to do homework... she looks at me like i've grown a second head. not my fault she comes from an era where you didn't study, you cleaned. in this era, you don't clean, you study.

study til your eyeballs fall out.

and they wanted to study when they were young. emmeline pankhurst. plaaafffft. and *i* would rather clean.

sigh.

i'm never going to get this work done. work in 45 minutes - looking forward to getting out of the house, although my father and my boss are working together on marketing and my father's being an utter wanker about it, messing my boss around, never returning his calls, acting like a child; i'm stuck in the middle.

my father's so selfish. he *has* a job.
i might not if he carries on.

and then will he give me money? ha.

*sigh*.

i feel sad. really sad. many reasons for feeling sad. many upon many. too many to feel happy, truly happy, ever.

"obviously, doctor, you've never been a thirteen-year old girl..." - cecilia - the virgin suicides.

2002-09-21 - 4:40 p.m.
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