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I feel so horrible.
I had a lot of trouble falling asleep, like usual, and finally managed to do so right before 5:00 AM. Unfortunately, I get to wake up at 8:00 AM to loud screaming and crying.
Alex got his Progress Report. And its official- he's failing 12th grade. Or very close to it. If he skips school again, he'll fail, not to mention he is ALREADY failing a lot of classes. Not a very nice surprise for Mom on Mother's Day. BUT WAIT THATS NOT ALL. OH NOES!!1
Guess what was found in Alex's room! WEED. I was amused at first, because my parents were so shocked, but to was so OBVIOUS that my brother was on drugs. SO FUCKING OBVIOUS. BUT OF COURSE NO ONE LISTENS TO ME.
See... because my brother refuses to clean anything, the mold, old food and smell of body odor started to leak into my room, as well as the smell of all of the drugs hes been doing. THAT is what has been making me so sick all of these weeks. And thats how I knew. Plus, I know my brother very well.
So in the end, Mom is crying. Dad is screaming about how our family is such a fuck up. And Alex is crying and screaming about how he's going to move out because he hates us all.
And I'm hiding under my blankets, trying to block out the noises, and get back to sleep. Which of course doesnt work.
But I feel so bad, because my mother has, in all of my sixteen years and for all that I know of, NEVER had a good Mother's Day. And this was the worst. I did the dishes for her, gave her a present (a sculpture of a turtle I spent hours on) but I guess that really didnt help.
And my dad wont even get off his ass, and go out for FIVE MINUTES and buy her some flowers and a card. He hasnt done a single thing for her today, except make her day horrible. And my brother didnt help at all.
All either of them have done is bitched and screamed how we all suck and how they wish we were dead.
EDIT: Now my dad is talked about getting a divorce and asking me which parent I'll go with. I said "Mom, of course. I dont want to live with you, especially after all you have done." And then he said that he'd kidnap me anyway. HONESTLY. What is up his ass today. I locked myself in my room.
My dad is that type of person that is sick in the head, and makes you feel the need to carry a steak knife around with you.
I had a lot of trouble falling asleep, like usual, and finally managed to do so right before 5:00 AM. Unfortunately, I get to wake up at 8:00 AM to loud screaming and crying.
Alex got his Progress Report. And its official- he's failing 12th grade. Or very close to it. If he skips school again, he'll fail, not to mention he is ALREADY failing a lot of classes. Not a very nice surprise for Mom on Mother's Day. BUT WAIT THATS NOT ALL. OH NOES!!1
Guess what was found in Alex's room! WEED. I was amused at first, because my parents were so shocked, but to was so OBVIOUS that my brother was on drugs. SO FUCKING OBVIOUS. BUT OF COURSE NO ONE LISTENS TO ME.
See... because my brother refuses to clean anything, the mold, old food and smell of body odor started to leak into my room, as well as the smell of all of the drugs hes been doing. THAT is what has been making me so sick all of these weeks. And thats how I knew. Plus, I know my brother very well.
So in the end, Mom is crying. Dad is screaming about how our family is such a fuck up. And Alex is crying and screaming about how he's going to move out because he hates us all.
And I'm hiding under my blankets, trying to block out the noises, and get back to sleep. Which of course doesnt work.
But I feel so bad, because my mother has, in all of my sixteen years and for all that I know of, NEVER had a good Mother's Day. And this was the worst. I did the dishes for her, gave her a present (a sculpture of a turtle I spent hours on) but I guess that really didnt help.
And my dad wont even get off his ass, and go out for FIVE MINUTES and buy her some flowers and a card. He hasnt done a single thing for her today, except make her day horrible. And my brother didnt help at all.
All either of them have done is bitched and screamed how we all suck and how they wish we were dead.
EDIT: Now my dad is talked about getting a divorce and asking me which parent I'll go with. I said "Mom, of course. I dont want to live with you, especially after all you have done." And then he said that he'd kidnap me anyway. HONESTLY. What is up his ass today. I locked myself in my room.
My dad is that type of person that is sick in the head, and makes you feel the need to carry a steak knife around with you.