Parents finally came back home today. Both of them are ****faced, but Mom looks horrible. She came into my room a minute ago and was all like "He ****ed my sister! It's over!" I don't know what happened. But I feel like **** is gonna get pretty serious here. Anxiety is tightening my stomach. I should've done what I was thinking of doing while I had the chance, now it's too late. So ****ing mad at myself!!! I should've just ****ing done it! But no, I'm a *****. Now I have to deal with this fallout when I don't even know what's going on.