When I was like really young,I dreamt that my perfect version of the world had Pokemon characters and plenty of milk. Hey, I was like six and believed that Ash Ketchum was my soul mate and I really really loved milk. Now ? I just want to be happy. No, scratch that I just want to be content. I know that a lot of people have it a lot worse but I reserve the right to be bitter. I do have a lot to be grateful for. But i don't know why it never feels like it's enough.My dad is an old soul, unhappy in this modern world, but he loves me to distraction and shows it too. Blatantly, even. I have Jane. My lovely, angel fallen from heaven-definition of perfection sister. I mean she looks so sweet that you would probably let her destroy anything and everything you love and still give more. That is if she had the gall to do it.Which she doesn't. Like at all. Anyways I'd be long dead without them or at least insane. Why? Cue mom. I believe that she wants the best for us. I truly do. But her methods could use work. A lot of it. She might remind you of those lost women who had a lot of potential but one wrong gamble and lost it all,to insipid narrow thoughts and shortness of temper. I love her too but can't express it that well. My bad . Mary's next. Well, she's literally a nerd amd and a geek glorified into a dork. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against dorks or nerds or geeks. In fact I'm one. I think it's so cool that nerds have the passion and drive to care about something so much. I wish I still did. Though I do admit my vampire obsession period was a dark dark time of my life. Sparkles my ass. Took me some time, ahem months,but i figured it out that there's more to life than getting knocked up by a century old guy. And lots too. I'm glad i made it out alive. Enough on that. I could write a book on Lydia and Kitty. Twin terrors or terrific twins as they like to think they are. As if. They are just like blank headed dolls who like to think that they're entitled to everything. I just wish that mom or dad would've done something to curb or at least control their.. Um.. Enthusiasm to life?Which they don't.

"Ohhh, Bennet dear!" I can hear the shrilling from downstairs in my room which is a f*king floor up. Okay, what?

"Have you heard, my darling, that Netherfield Park has finally been let?I didn't need to eavesdrop to know the grunt my dad would usually reply to her with." Yes, yes. Quite true. What a fine thing for our girls, is it not?" "How so?" Same question, mom. Same question. "Don't be silly. Two young men of good lovely fortune has moved in and I'm quite determined to have them for our daughters!..." Jeez, doesn't that woman care about our opinions or something? I felt disgusted. Sometimes I wonder why do I still stay here, why do I even bother to make an effort anymore. Nonetheless I already feel sorry for the guys who moved in. Ah well, may the force be with you.