||[Jan. 27th, 2004|05:05 pm]
|||||Love In Blood, Sisters Of Death||]|
I knew this day was coming. The day that Mother and Father decided I should Get Married to someone of appropriate wealth, gender, and social status. I was hoping they'd give me a little more time, but what else could I expect after moving in again? It's one of the reasons I escaped to Paris in the first place, after all. No one knows how awful it can be, to have so much expected of you, when all you want to do is live your life the way you see fit. I'm an adult now, aren't I? I should be making my own decisions about my life.
I just know this is all Father's doing. The utter prat has put it into Mother's head that I'm betraying the family somehow, when he's the one that picked the losing side, and wasted all of our money trying to stay out of prison. If he really cared about us, he would have gone to prison and allowed Mother and I to get on with our lives, but he has to stay, lurking around like some sort of disgusting old dog, his stench infecting everything.
It's so hard, having to live a lie like this, but this is the way things have to be for now. When I have a place of my own, maybe then I can tell Mother who I really am. But for now I must play this game of deceit, and hope that no one catches on.
Peter intrigues me. I'm finding myself eagerly awaiting tomorrow's lunch. Perhaps associating with the Parkinson's won't be as difficult as I first imagined.