Merry Christmas

Sort of a blue one, at that.  It’s fitting, then, that my favorite color is blue and that I write in blue.

Elisabeth doesn’t want to come home.  Mikey swears it isn’t anything I’ve done, but it is.  I don’t want to go to California.  I always get trapped away from home, and I am thinking heavily of refusing to go there, just as stubborn Elisabeth is refusing to come here.

She obviously doesn’t feel a need to be with her own mother.  So what do we do?  I want to order her to come while we still have the means to bring her (Mikey’s cousin Sean).  Because it is MY idea, it is not good enough.  Mikey has it fixed in his brain that Elisabeth needs approaching on her home ground.  THIS IS HER GODDAMNED HOME GROUND!

I am not going to California.  I refuse to be further manipulated by whatever bitch is pulling our strings in Westpoint, CA.

I hate life.  If all are not careful, there may not BE life for me soon.

Betty Goddamned hateful bitch straight from Hell itself Louise