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I hit my parent limit. I am so used to more time to myself than I'm getting now. Even when I was at school twelve hours a day at least I had no-one at home who would talk to me. Augh.
It's not that I'm not glad they're back for Christmas. It's not like I don't love them. It's just that 90% of their conversations are so bloody inane. I had my dad come into my room and start talking about drool-stains on a pillow, for god's sake. I don't care. I don't want to have to pretend like I care. And it's that or ranting about health things or money.
I just want some quiet. Just shut up.
It's not that I'm not glad they're back for Christmas. It's not like I don't love them. It's just that 90% of their conversations are so bloody inane. I had my dad come into my room and start talking about drool-stains on a pillow, for god's sake. I don't care. I don't want to have to pretend like I care. And it's that or ranting about health things or money.
I just want some quiet. Just shut up.
