I don't feel like writing about Christmas,

so here is another torrent of anger:

I'm not going to do anything about her lodgers.

I'm not trying to get rid of them for her to take new ones.

She's like a freaking child!

And let her be offended when i say she has no brain.

Dad may be right not to get angry with her though (at least on the outside)

and try to make her understand why she is in the wrong.

But I can't be like that. I get angry. And sarcastic.

Strangely enough today i felt thankful for my anger.

Can't remember why now, may be it made me feel stronger.

The most annoying thing about this is that i still care.

And the scariest one  is that i might never regret my thoughts and words.

Today i've realized that i don't want to live with her,

i just wanted some independence.