I think... to grab to a rusty screwdriver and jam it repeatedly into my eye sockets would leave me feeling more emotionally sound than I am right now. Overall, this entire trip has been one big anxiety fest. All of us came here to see dying relatives, after all, so one might think that that would considerably destroy the fun-factor to begin with. Not to mention as soon as you get a lot of my family together, they start badmouthing each other when people's backs are turned, and I can't stand to listen to that. I just want to be out of here. All I brought is some music and my sketchbook and I'm going absolutely stir-crazy... I don't go back to NC until Sunday, and that seems like a damn eternity.
Also bothering me is the fact that several of my friends online have thought that I've been acting mean lately. (Note that I was also the last person to find out about this.) I don't know what I did wrong, but I plan to fix it however I can; until then it's just kind of hanging over my head like everything else. Two more days. God, I want to be out of here.