Bah.

Once again, everything is shittyyyyy.

'Rentals are starting to do my nut, dude. Dad doesn't know whether he's ever gonna come back. I don't remember ever explaining the whole story behind my parents splitting up, so, in short, we found out in about uh... February...? Early March...? That Father Dearest had been seeing another woman since August. And, since we've found out, crazy emotion roller coaster, Dad left, then came back, then left again. Then Mum and Dad started seeing eachother behind the other womans back and blah, blah, blah.

Diar stuff. But to be honest, I couldn't give two shits about whether he gets his ass home or not, so long as I know that this god damn situation isn't going to take over my entire life anymore.

Seriously, my Mum sees me more as a phsyciatrist (i don't care that I spelt it wrong) than a daughter. She does nothing but whine to me about the matter, asking what she should do and what she shouldn't do and I'm like "FUCK OFF D< I'm sixteen! I have OTHER stuff to worry about!"

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of Anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and he cuterly.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

"Home is So Sad" written by Philip Larkin.

We read this poem in English today, conpulsery for AS Level students. And we had to analyse it, and when I first read it, the initial idea I got was that it was a metaphor, representing couples that have fallen apart, simply because time is so unkind. Just like my parents. I discussed my theory with the class, was both praised and critisized, and then I burst into tears and had to leave the room.

That's how much this shit has taken over. Two simple stanzas that have NOTHING to do with my personal life causing me to run out of a room sobbing.

I'm so sick and tired of being miserable.

On top of that, what is it with Llamas and their Drama on here? It's ridiculous! I critiqued someones work, in the world of my side account, because they had portrayed the characters in the story DREADFULLY OOC, and they got all offended, and posted a journal whining about it. She didn't mention my name, but she slagged me off to everybody who commented, and I'm just sitting there like "... WHY?"

Stupid people.

I hate the world.

It's full of whiny bitches and nonsensical poetry.

And the Twilight Saga.

New Moon's out... At SOME point (going to see it next Friday, so I can laugh at it) and, while watching TV earlier, in one streams of advertisements, I saw FOUR snippets and a trailer for it. For god sake, it's not that fucking good.