Topic: Express an emotion you are feeling today.
Really? Where do they get these topics, fortune cookies? Please. Well, they asked for it.
It turns out the bags under her eyes weren't left over from my childhood screaming draining the life out of her. Apparently my dad's been working her over for a long time and she'd finally had enough. That's why we're moving. Whatever he did, she couldn't handle even staying in the same state as him. I'm not sure if I want to know, and if I do, I'm not sure I want to ask. I figure they'll tell me eventually.
I've seen stuff like this on T.V. Parents with a kid decide to split up and they fight over the kid for a while. Lots of tears and anger and bitterness. Not sure if Hollywood just likes to glam it up or if I'm just not my dad's fav, but there didn't seem to be an argument. I'm going with my mom to San Diego, California.
I can't lie: I was pretty ticked. No tears, of course, but a whole ton of yelling. It's hot there, Journal. They tell me it's nice, and the weather is great, and we are right next to a beach, and I'll get a great tan, and words words words...but it's a joke. The sun's out all the time. I hate the sun being out all the time. It gives me headaches every freaking moment of every day, and I'm not sure why anyone enjoys squinting everywhere they go. Besides, don't they know I can't tan? But in a week we'll be on our way to the wonderful city of red burns and yellow blindness. Awesome. Sign me up.
I'm dreading the sun more than I'm dreading my parents separating. Does that make me a bad person? Not sure if I care at this point. Wait, no, I don't care. If they can't get along, fine. I don't care. I was never really that tight with my dad anyway.
Well, Journal, as usual, it was miserable talking to you. Have a lovely nap in my drawer.
Jade
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