Clouds & rain again. I hate myself & ashamed to be me.
Parents will drink & argue again tonight, like always...My life is so predictable, I can basically predict what will happen each day because each day is almost exactly the same to the last. I say almost because some days I might step outside for five minutes or my cat might bite me or something...but every day is pretty much the same, and it will be the same all winter. ALL winter...I don't know how I'll live through it. Maybe I should just accept that I won't.
Maybe death is the answer and everyone has been lying to keep me here.