I think my mom gets some kind of sick enjoyment out of making me cry, it seems to happen almost every Sunday at family dinner. And my sister just loves to join in on it. So I’m just sitting at the table crying in front of everyone.

Today was so good earlier when it was just me and my dad singing Nirvana in the car….

I’d give anything to be anywhere else right now.

iron-peppers:

Guess I still don’t see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.