Getting High

I think I'm getting high off the fumes from the paint in my room. The kids told me I shouldnt be sleeping here tonight, but I don't want to sleep in the the room with the creepy Coraline door.

Today was okay, considering where I should have been. I'm still pretty upset about the situation and I lost some respect for her* . It isn't my fault and I've done nothing wrong. So ultimately, I'm actually hurt. Like hurt as in I'm sad and I actually want to cry about it.

I would never do what she did to me to someone else. It's just rude. Whether I'm family or not, you still don't treat people that way. How do people get the heart to go out of their way to make someone feel unwanted? It's embarassing on her part because I really use to respect her just like I did with everyone else. I use to say to everyone, "Oh I love their family because everyone is so warm and inviting. They make me feel comfortable, like my family back home." Wow... I was completely caught off guard with yesterday's situation. I'm embarassed because some people in the family think differently of me now. Because of this one person.

Oh well, I can't change how some people are. At the least I got some laundry done and my room is finally painted. I painted it the same color as my room back home. It wasn't even a decision. It just had to be. I love the color. It makes me happy. Now it's kinda feeling more like home.

I'm tired and whole lot of other things right now.

Peace.