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Feeling a whole mixture of emotions right now (besides the sick one). I mean, this weekend was great! One of the very few good ones I've have in a long time. It's just typical that my dad had to ruin it all yesterday. See, we all go to California Adventure for the first to have fun, right? We don't go to make snide remarks about everything we see, we don't go to criticize the amount of people there, we don't go to complain about the prices (although, that's sort of a legit thing), we don't go to show everyone else how bored we are, we don't go to SLEEP THROUGH AN ENTIRE PARADE, we don't go to sit through the entire Aladdin show and NOT LAUGH A SINGLE TIME. And YET! My own father manages to do all those things and then some the entire time we were there. He even makes my mother leave with him early because "he's so bored", leaving my sister, cousin, and I to trek out the rest of the park on our own. Don't get me wrong, it was b...

Crying is useless. I can sit in my closet for the rest of my life, but it won't change anything. I will still be as weak and hopeless as the day I was born. Strength never became one of my attributes. Always living in some sort of fear. People don't see that though when they look at me. They only see what I want them to see; a pretty, carefree, ambitious, loyal young adult. No scars. No past to hide behind. No regrets. But Reality is as cold as Selfishness and Winter. The truth is that I am always scared. Always fearful of being discovered under this carefully formed guise. But who really reads this? It's like talking to the wall. And the people who do read this...well, a couple of them are my best friends, but other than that...well. The other people don't count. People who don't talk to me about my lie are people not worth the time to talk to about this. Anyway, what happened last night just further proved that parents suck. "For your own good...