right now I'm sitting in some weird old house in the northeast of the city waiting to see a therapist. pretty bored
i am convinced that everyone is lying to me for my whole life about how damn smart i am, and lying about the scores on tests and intelligence and things, and when i move out i'll finally find out that i'm actually retarded and my whole intelligence was a lie. because if i couldln't solve such an easy test then i'd have to be retarded. that's just logical
today people came to clean the house, so we all went downtown for the first half of the day and did stuff, we walked around, saw a movie, went to the bookstore, sat in the park and read. eventually they were done with the top level of the house so now i'm hanging out up there. putting my room back together is gonna be fun cause they moved all the stuff off the shelves.
the parents were talking about moving again. they were going to go fly to the aforementioned location to look at real estate a while ago, but then i decided to try and kill myself so that never ended up happening. now they're dithering over the housing market there, how expensive it would be, whether we should wait until next year, or go now. i think that we should just fucking do it already but they're indecisive.
i think it'll happen eventually but it might take them a while. or we might just not. who knows