frustration

I just spent the last twenty minutes writing an entry, but my brother wanted to use the computer and I had to close it quickly. I detest the lack of privacy here; my mother rattles around coathangers in my room a lot, they're always sighing or doing something infantile (this is my sister- she is an infant, this is excusable). I love my family, I really do, but I do need my own space.

I don't know what to write now, I think I'll wait till I've got some privacy. I'm annoyed by the lack of people going away; I want to go on a run, but it's too late and I'd most probably get stabbed. Roll on tomorrow.