To be honest, I was really dreading this weekend.
I hated myself for thinking that, but it was irrevocably true.
I knew I shouldn't be so reluctant to spend time with my parents.
But I did, and I was pushing the thought of being here as far into the back of my mind as I could.


But I'm here, and I'm happy.
Not because I like it or anything, because I can hear my parents laughing in the other room.
My mom enjoying cooking dinner.
It's nice,
It's such a change from the melancholy mood that was looming overhead all my family affairs.

=)
Oh, happy day.