Swallow, Choke & Die

Oct 18, 2003 23:14

My mom decided that this weekend, she didn't want to be around much. And if she did come home, it would be only to sleep. She hates being here. And if she's not here to protect me from my dad, he goes after me. When she left on Friday, he told me that I wasn't the "white lily" of the house, and that I cause a lot of the problems that make my mom not want to live here anymore. I told him I knew I caused part of it, cause when stuff happens to me, I trip on it, and I act funny. I try to swallow it. I haven't really spoken to her, and when I can, I leave the house. I hate it here. I hate being here. I hate feeling like I have nowhere to go, that I'm stuck here, listening to the fighting, the threats, the tears and the sadness. If I could disappear, I would. Cause I don't know what to do. I can't make things better. I can only watch and cry as the one thing I know that I will always have, fall apart.

On a slightly brighter note, I met a cute guy on Friday. His name is Mike (another one...) and he's an art major with a minor in philosophy. This is his second year at SSC. He told me to come up and say hi to him if I see him around. I'm half tempted to ask him to go with me to the Hold This Moment show on Thursday, October 30. Maybe he'll go. It's a dress up show since it's the night before Halloween. That's if I see him again (which I really hope I do).

Well, I'm off to do something to get my mind off of the situation here.

Not to mention, I caught a cold. Meh.

xoxo

P.S. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
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