The Monday before last (10 days ago) I sort of left home after an excruciating day & night with Mad Mama. No one can make me wish I wasn't there as well as she can. Even if the next year is hell on earth, I'll have the rest of my life to be free of those people who make me feel worthless. I can hardly wait.
I went to Chicago with Dad and L. & had probably the best time I've ever had on a trip. It's kind of sad, though, how they must think, "Wow, we're really getting to know what makes Marisa tick!" when they really don't know what the hell I'm like. Dad makes me so nervous it hurts my stomach, and he always has. If I step one inch out of line he just cuts me down so fast I can't believe it, plus he makes me feel extremely guilty all the time.
