Socorro!!!

That means "Help!" in Spanish. I'm in Venice, Italy and while I'm supposed to be loving it because it is an amazing city, I'm being driven up the wall by my sister. She's a great artist, but I think the one thing that she's better at than art is driving me insane. Oh yes, she has that art down to a T. I won't go into detail about exactly what she does to drive me insane, but let's just say that any sort of fun or intersting activity that doesn't involve looking at paintings is out of the question. I honestly wish that I hadn't come to Venice. I know I will later, and I know I'll have such a better time, so why am I here now? Because I was decieved by my own optimistic mind once again. I thought that we were family and things are going to work out ok. Things are not ok, and when she acts like they are it drives me even more insane. Larkin was right, I will be miserable at home, so for that exact reason I will make just enough money to afford moving out, and then get out of there as soon as I can. Thank god that I'm pretty sure I have a temporary job lined up as soon as I get to LA, or else I'd panic.
We are leaving for Paris tomorrow and I can't wait, because there I will really be able to get out on my own and do whatever the hell I want. In Venice and in Antwerp we were stuck together because we had the same host and I felt strange just breaking off of them, though I wanted to so badly (and probably should've). There is absolutely no way that I'm paying her back for these RyanAir tickets. On top of everything, she has the nerve to tell me that if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't get to see Venice or Belgium. Excuse my French, but fuck that! I'd rather not be here at all and not almost ruin my first impression of there amazing places than be here like this. I'd rather be spending extra time in Paris and in Ireland by myself than being driven insane by her "company". Traveling alone was sooo much better! At least I met normal people at hostels.

End of rant.