Journal

    I'm listening to them scream right now. She's calling mom a bitch and mom's yelling at her to get out before she calls the cops. she's standing in front of my door. She's trying to get someone to feel sorry for her and is pissed because her pitty cries aren't working. The door just slammed. I don't know if she's gone but she'll be back at it soon. She'll realize that no one is going after her and feel sorry for herself comming back like a raging bull. I wanna go out there but i don't want to get involved cuz they'll deffinately bring me into it. For a moment, i forgot my family was this way. I guess being away for 6 months just made me a bit off my gaurd. I was hoping that my leaving would change the way we treated eachother. Somewhere in our blood, we stopped caring. We stopped loving and trusting, and became cold heartless bitches. These are the people i love, that i have to love, and i will always love.
    Now he's fighting mom for kicking her out. I don't think this fight is gonna end for a while. I'm just gonna stay in here and smoke the rest of this bowl and hope that the weed will dull down all the screaming. But it won't dull down the sound of tires pealing out. This night has just started and my ears will be hurting when i have to wake up for college. I just hope that i get to school safely. Tomorrow is another day for me. They all can stay in today.