I hate my life.
I know it's steryostypical, but this is crap.
My mom's in the background with 5 drug adiccts, talking about there lives of peopel stalking and raping people. They're drunk, high, and popping pills and making a scene.
And my mom's talking about how she's done everyone in the room, and it's making me sick. And I know what's going to happen, she's going to do the usual 'I wish you were never born' and crap.
Ugh.
It doesn't make me want to kill myself or anything, but it makes me want to kill someone else. It's no wonder I don't drink alcohol.
I don't know what to do about it, she doesn't care. She doesn't care about the alcohol addiction, drugs, or the horrendus sleeping around, and behind her boyfrinds's back.
I feel as if this once quiet house has become a chav factory.
