I really suck at writing things in my journal because I hate to talk about myself and feel like I'm exposed and exposing everyone around me. Even when it's small unimportant things. Now I'm trying anyhow.

My parents are coming tomorrow and have to sleep over because they're too cheap to pay for a room, and I'm almost 28 and hating it like a teenager. They just seem so far away from me. They have other interests and don't understand mine. I try to be open towards them (I imagine) but always feel like they're closed. They never talk about anything important. Just garden and tv. At least I spare them by not talking about music (how thoughtful of me). Maybe it's not that bad, but I never look forward to seeing them. Why does having the same blood have to force people together, when they probably have more in common with everyone else?

I really suck at writing things in my journal because I hate to talk about myself and feel like I'm exposed and exposing everyone around me. Even when it's small unimportant things. Now I'm trying anyhow.

My parents are coming tomorrow and have to sleep over because they're too cheap to pay for a room, and I'm almost 28 and hating it like a teenager. They just seem so far away from me. They have other interests and don't understand mine. I try to be open towards them (I imagine) but always feel like they're closed. They never talk about anything important. Just garden and tv. At least I spare them by not talking about music (how thoughtful of me). Maybe it's not that bad, but I never look forward to seeing them. Why does having the same blood have to force people together, when they probably have more in common with everyone else?