I feel like dirt. Literally dusty, decrepit, creaky, dirty dirt. You know, that creaky kind of dirt. You’ve seen it I’m sure. This house and these people are emotional vampires, sucking fun, lightness, vibrance and the will to live out of every pore of my being. *LITERALLY* they have little baby fangs and everything. What makes it especially difficult is that I believe they do this in complete ignorance. I know that they are who they are, and I should accept them as that, but somehow, it feels very dangerous.

Not that this is any news flash or anything. I came here prepared to be polite and helpful, regardless. But after a few days of exposure, the radiation sickness starts to set in.