The week's been going by better since Sunday... No one knows about the knife and I haven't had a moment like that again, but it seems something on my face gave away what was inside and they finally noticed. They've been making more of an effort to have some interactive time with me...

My bookcase is still unmade... It requires power tools I don't know how to properly use so I have to wait until Dad can make time... He has a lot to do these days and always comes home exhausted. I worry...

We have a new stove... Oven doesn't work. Great.

Mom's birthday went well. No fights, she loved her gift (breakfast at Denny's and take-home baked potato soup for dinner), and we even watched some Disney movies (WALL-E and The Emperor's New Groove).

I'm trying out a new nail polish color. "Mystic Green." I like it. I hope it's not too bright for my skin, but I really like it.

I'm going to bed cross, though.

Because I can't count the amount of times I got chewed off for having boyfriends over "too late" especially when I "already spent all day with him," yet Merlin is sleeping over tonight for the FIFTH time (not consecutively, but still) after being here since ELEVEN A.M.

The folks aren't happy about it but that doesn't stop them from saying "ok" anyway. Meanwhile I wouldn't get any peace about it for two weeks.

Unbelievable.

Their rules have screwed with my head through both of my relationships yet I STILL tried to be the "proper Puerto Rican daughter" for them if only so they wouldn't give me a harder time.

And for what?

So I can screw up my relationships while Yancy simply has his sleep over whenever?

Screw this.

Sunday really scared me. 

I guess I should be grateful for the anger distraction.