Darling, I was made for you

I do. I really am kind of proud of it.

You sure?

Yeah? It’s your space.

I just wouldn’t want to like intrude or anything. I don’t know.

Where, in the RV? You don’t have to let me do that. It’s not that big of a deal.

I don’t know where I’d put it. Not so sure I even want to anymore.

Well, thanks. I was just kind of proud of it and wanted to hang it up. But it’s just paper so I guess it’s sort of dumb, anyway. Should’ve made something else.

Truly.

Apparently it didn’t fit with her “vision” and she didn’t want some “ratty scrap of paper” hanging next to her precious hand blown glass ornaments. She pulled it off so fast she tore one of the corners and told me not to go near the tree again.

Yeah. We had free time in art class this week, so I made this decoupage ornament with some of my old sheet music. I thought it turned out pretty good, but she caught me trying to hang it up and practically snatched it and lectured me about “ruining” her tree.

Either there or at my mom’s, but she’s flying most of break. So I can either stay alone in an empty house or be here where I get screeched at just for trying to hang an ornament on the tree.

Yeah.

Or at least not anything from me. She tore into me for something really stupid, I didn’t even get the pleasure of doing anything wrong.

It might be. She’s such a bitch.

I’m just not really stoked on spending time with my family. I’ve been home like ten minutes and I’ve already had an argument with Serena.

Shocking, I know.