Mother stay out of my way, to that place we go...
Sooo... I have been dreading updating this because it doesn't really interest me all that much anymore for some reason. But how many times have I said that? Last night was outta control man. I went to a party with my mom, it was her boyfriend, Pats', daughters, step-brothers' (haha, hope it wasn't that confusing. I don't think it was though) 21st birthday party. There was a lot of fucking people and I was really shy like always, until I got drunk. They had like 3 kegs of beer plus Everclear, mixed with some kind of punch shit, I don't know. It got fucking crazy though because Pats' brothers were arguing, then one pulled out a gun and shot twice at the ground I guess and it bounced and grazed his brother in the forehead. I was drunk and so was the majority of people there, they made all of us kids run to this yard next door because the cops were coming. I fell twice. In the same fucking place, a ditch. I fell, got up fell again and Pats' daughter fell on top of me. I am pathetic, if you already haven't came to that conclusion. I felt awkward as hell though being there because I didn't know anybody, and being really shy did not fucking help at all. Heather came with me though, and Betty and her boyfriend Matt was there too. I stayed all night, but I wasn't planning on it. I don't know. I guess I had fun but it was weird. Okay. Enough talking...
My mom has been getting drunk like everyday. I won't go into details just yet (if at all), let's just say I have been getting fucking emotional, especially about her.