May 18th, 2003

lost deep in the woods

Today my family are treating me like a twelve year old delinquent. Phrases like bad behaviour are being repeated over and over. Don't do this, don't do that is ringing through my ears and I feel like a semi-reformed convict. My mother once told me that to deter myself from inflicting self-harm, I could take it out on the old crockery collection. Needless to say, when I smashed up a series of plates & mugs last night in a spontaneous rage, people were not best pleased. I mean, honestly, did I commit an insidious crime? It's all been blown just slightly out of proportion.

lost deep in the woods.