It's getting worse. Today started off quite pleasant; parents out of the house, and I hooked up the Wii to the TV, played some Okami.

Ever since they got home, though, we've been at eachother's throats. Dad seems to believe that because he's interested in something, that everyone is ALSO interested in it. To that degree, I've been volunteered to help serve a meal at Ft Gary Horse (a millitary group) in Winnipeg next weekend, as a member of a group that I really have minimal interest in. The only reason I'm going is because it's MUCH harder to live with a parent giving you disappointed puppy eyes than it is to plate food for an hour.

I've only been at home for 6 days. Already I'm trying to find a way to get out on my own again. It's not even all that hostile here, I just can't take the CONSTANT being around them. If I go off on my own for awhile, even to watch a movie or play a game in my room, I get guilty-faces when I emerge. They obviously want to see me, but just as obviously don't want to intrude.

Just . . . FFFFFFFFFFFF

I'd talk about this with my friends, but they're all far, far away; either in body, or in contact (really, where did you all go?) #alone