pieces.

tonight was awful.

i started out the night by making two great little dream catchers, in hopes of making many more & fueling up my old etsy shop once again...

then, the arguing, yelling, accusing & resenting started.

i can't stand being in the same room with my parents sometimes. the start of it was me, staring at my crafts, concentrating on my beading, the hand work, while, childishly, rolling my eyes every so often or scoffing at something either of them said...

now, my battery is going to die & i'm NOT going downstairs to get the plug i stupidly abandoned...

i'll write more later.

sorry to be cryptic...

doesn't luv it...