Today’s my grandfather’s birthday, and the family’s decided to celebrate it at our place. It started great though, with all the food and relatives sharing stories and stuff. We watched movies and reminisced memories like we always did when we get together. Around 10 in the evening, everyone went home except for my uncle, who was still drinking with my father. So they drank and talked about UFC while we cleaned up. But then, we started hearing stuff from outside, something like sounds of punching. They we’re just having fun and I told them to stop before anyone gets hurt. They stopped until glass and bottles started to break. My dad’s drunk. It’s always like this when he’s drunk. He doesn’t care about anything but himself. My mom tried to stop him, and he almost hit her. I saw it, I was there helping her. He didn’t do it, but the intent was there. It was the first time I saw something that terrified me so much.
My uncle went home, and my mom and dad went upstairs. I cleaned up and found a pack of cigarettes. I stared at it for a long time, and decided to smoke. So I went to the bathroom and did it. I can smell smoke in the bathroom so I decided to take a bath, I removed my clothes and I guess this isn’t my lucky day, there’s no water for fucksake. I put on a towel, went out and searched for anything I could spray inside the shithole.. ioj’;lkp08r32imjsdfmkfl;e’ae,iakslrjdrttotorkfj[pq[rq[pekaskflsjf;ldjkdjfghjklkirio
Forgive me for my mind’s blank as I write this piece of shit.
I’m actually going to write something with a little bit of sense today, I guess. And yes, there will be rants.
I finally said ‘no’ today. I kept bitching on how they do things to me that aren’t funny anymore. Bitching about on how they boss me around and make me stuff I don’t wanna do, but I still won’t do a goddamn thing except to follow their goddamn orders. But today, I finally said ‘no’. I can’t explain how I felt when I said that. How I argued and refused to everything they want me to do. How I made them feel that I don’t want to be with them anymore. How I oh god I can’t write anymore.
It’s just great, Jesus Christ great.
Holden has isolated himself in an attempt to be his own savior, but Mr. Antolini’s image of falling presents a more accurate image of what awaits Holden on the other side of the “cliff.” He depends upon his alienation, but it destroys him. — http://www.sparknotes.com/
I’m Holden Caulfield’s girl version. The fall that he’s going through, how he classifies people as phonies, what the red hunting hat means, the way he is afraid of change, and just everything written on the book. Oh the coincidence. why