and later say it’s all our fault

easter weekend. and still mad with whoever is up there. it’s wierd being away from home, being unhappy and all of these things on easter.
i am going to church tomorrow. i don’t know that it will help anything, but at least bring familiarity to easter sunday.
and that isn;t asking to much…is it?
i didn’t sleep last night, and i am officially exhausted.
they are having some sort of easter party today. it’s just strange. how can people fight and scream so much, and return to normal the next day?
i just think it’s obscene. i’m still hurt, my feelings that is. no one has apologized, and i’ll still feel totally disrespected until that day.

it’s not happening.

i’ll leave england bitter and not wanting to come back. and i think that is okay.
because i long for american words and touches.
who knew i could be such a patriot?
and begins another day of the sage, titled ‘fucked up girl’
more later…as the events of the day are sure to unfold.
ma’am
ps. i love regina spektor and iron and wine. definatly at the top of my listening