Blue Roses

I love rain. Really, I do. It's so much fun to sit in front of a big window with a book and music, and just relax. I love the sound, I love the look, I love the grey skies. But you know what? I'm on day five of rain. I'm going crazy. I can't be with people anymore, because I'm too crabby. My mood is as dark as the skies. I'm miserable! I hate this feeling. It's like everything is awful, and nothing will ever go right. I really need to cheer myself up, but my family is sabotaging every effort I make. If I could just have half an hour to be by myself in my bright room with the oldies on, I could recharge myself and not be the bitch monster from hell. But no. I have to go out with them. I have to help cook. Mom needs to come up here and say mindless, stupid things to me. As much as I hate my summer job, I'd give anything to be out of here. But no. I have to spend time with my family, and as much as I love them, they're making me feel worse.