This weekend i went to visit some cousins and we adventured off to London, yes again i know, ended up spending most of our day in Camden Town. I got three new bracelets and two rings. I could've spent a week there, all the little things were so pretttttttty. Anywho, on the day i came home, a load of family were over as my uncle came to visit all the way from Canada. It was nice to see him, reminded me again of one of my greatest holidays when i went to visit his family in Montreal. God this is so boring. What i really want to say is how much i hate how people, living together for so long forget that the people around them have feelings, just because they're/we're used to them it's fine to treat people like they know nothing. I hate it. It makes me sick sick sick to the point i'm repulsed by everyone and i know i shouldn't be. I know i shouldn't constantly focus on your defects, i don't know why i search for them but you make me so angry sometimes. I need to get out
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