Meh, break.

I'm kind of over break right now. I enjoy the Christmas parties, but my parents are stressing me out. I just can't wait until my online traffic school is over. Then I'll have less to worry about, hopefully. And then I won't feel obligated to my parents. I'm glad I can finally pay them back now.
I just wrote an entire long post and then my internet was dead so it was deleted. Don't you hate it when things like that happen? I feel like my time was wasted away. But it wasn't really wasted, I guess it was good personal reflection. Plus, I think I'm still a little buzzed, so I was just rambling about visiting Leslie in Berkeley (super fun! she bought me a hookah for my birthday! we smoked it! I slept over and interesting things happened with her cute guy friend, hooray) and about my parents being retarded and rude to me.
I swear, my family is quite dysfunctional. Why won't my parents get divorced? I feel like they both would be a lot happier.
I just think they're afraid of change and growth. Well, my mother has just settled for disappointment, while my father is afraid of change. This is the bond that holds them together. Plus money. My mother would be very financially unstable without the financial security my father brings.
Sigh.
I hope to never become trapped in a loveless marriage, bickering and name-calling my partner, resenting their presence, and treating them as more of an enemy rather than a loving ally. Please, please, please. This is why I fear marriage. And commitment, to an extent.