Dec 10, 2003 22:10
Daniel - Thank you.
Things went downhill, then uphill. My parents started freaking at me, Pete because I huffed when he told me to get up from the couch so he could eat. We have three other places to sit. He started swearing and yelling. Then told me to go to my room. Little while after, Mom comes in and starts freaking at me over the cigarettes which I was under the impression that they were free. She made it out like I manipulated her or something, and all I did was misunderstand what she meant. I told her 'Just take the money for them and stop freaking at me. It's NOT a big deal!' At this point I start crying but she keeps at it. Completely not giving a damn that this is fucking me up, and I want her to stop. Finally I get her away, and I immediately call Daniel. He was like "I'm on my way right now." and hung up.
So I went and met him half-way, and just fell into his arms and cried on his jacket. We walked to his place, where we talked, then laid on the bed together and sang Dashboard while hugging. I needed that. He's the best guy friend anyone could ask for. I just came home, and I'm tired, so I'm going to bed.
I haven't spoken to my parents since I stormed out earlier. I don't want to. I'm hurt.