Well it couldn't be more depressing, haha.
It's storming outside and the house is quiet because my father is making my mom sit on the porch with him.
The cat is sleeping next to me... and I'm half wishing I could just go to sleep as well.
The grandfather clock in the living room lets me know it's quarter past 8. It's chime a constant reminder of my life when I first lived here.
-Squirms uncomfortably.-
This house is strange... Before I had to cook dinner I walked out of my room to find the cat standing in the hallway, hissing at nothing.
There have been moments where I've been sitting, or walking down the hallway and I've felt like someone, or something, was watching me.
Perhaps I'm just paranoid.
Ghosts from my past coming back to haunt me. I'm almost wishing we hadn't moved back into this memory-filled hell hole.
Thinking about it now, I can feel the tears brim against my eyelids, threatening to spill over and down my cheeks.
To make matters worse, my mom's having trouble again. I'm worried we may have to take her to the hospital. She was better for a day and now things are going down the tubes once more.
It's like I move into this house and my life starts digressing back into what was it's early stages.
The reoccurring nightmares that haunted my dreams as a child are starting to come back.
...
Thinking about it now, perhaps I should have listened to Dory.
At this point I'm at a loss for words.
The only things that are helping me through this are my friends.
Although at the moment, Kayla is offline, and Ryan isn't responding to my PM. And I'm waiting for Andrew to call. <3
I'm not even sure if he will call.
But I'm hoping he will.
-Sighs-
Allow me to stop my rambling...
Someone talk to me.
I'm in desperate need of some attention.
-Krissy.
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
