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Today was actually really awesome. I went to this amazing thrift store in vienna called Unique Thrift and it was, in fact, a unique experience. Upon entering this secondhand oasis through those glorious sliding doors, I was immediately bombarded by a whole bunch of individual stands selling shit like they do in the village. My heart instantly burst. I knew I had found my safe haven. A place to go and unwind after a hard days work and my aunt's constant nagging (which reached all new heights today, but i will get into that later). I looked at my friend with wide doughy eyes, expecting the entire place to vanish like a mirage in the desert. She smiled and told me this was going to be great. I agreed and she asked the most wonderful question, "Should we go straight for the clothes?" Yes I uttered faintly and she whisked me away to the greatest selection of clothing I have ever seen, plus it was cheap! Nowadays "thrift" stores are beginning to call themselves "vintage" stores and jacking up their prices. "A" holes. So I went and spent money there and was not disappointed. I could've spent the entire day there. It was like home.


mmm i like this photo.

Speaking of home, it is getting crazier and crazier living here with my aunt. Just today I felt my usual carefree self trembling from the amount of stress bubbling inside of me. The feelings I keep bottled up have been starting to vehemently try to surface, making me extremely wary of speaking with my aunt. She has been nagging me about eating. nagging me about cooking. nagging me about my clothes. nagging me about my hair. nagging me about LIVING. There's only so much I could take before I turn into the hulk and tear this place down. And her driving is atrocious. I feel my life slipping away from me every time I strap on my seat belt. It's almost comical to put it on. And with every car we cut off on the freeway, every sharp turn she makes, every lane she straddles, I can feel myself getting closer to the end. You know, the ultimate end. I joke around with one of my friends telling her I'm playing russian roulette whenever i get in the car with my aunt. Honestly, it's almost like a rush, like i'm some kind of sick thrill seeker... hmm, maybe i am. Nah, I value my life. My heart is not pumping adrenaline, it's pumping fear.

Work tomorrow. I better head to bed.