Watched a documentary on Hollywood movie - Valley of the Dolls. Good show. Must read the book.

Parents driving me crazy. A mum who can't sit still and gets more frustrated as the minute passes, and starts yelling at people. I'm supposed to control because I'm always in the wrong, and she's always right, and if I open my mouth to say one word, she will say I'm ungrateful. Most of the time, it's not so much what she says but the way she says it. Even when I'm sick, and my grandma's sick, she thinks it's a nonissue, and that the doctors are making a big fuss over nothing. Extremely unfeeling. Extremely horrid. Father becoming like her too. Feel as if I'm in a place I don't belong. Add on the lack of friendliness from friends, becoming a hermit is the best idea. I shall just shut up and not talk to anyone at all. No one is worth talking to except a selected few. What is the world coming to? Perhaps it is only when I'm gone from the surface of the earth that they will actually learn to appreciate me. If that's what they want, so be it. Consider it done.