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Originally Posted by ShyPoetGirl
Me & Mom are going to find a hotel room for a few days. Let Dad wonder where we are and think about the part he played in all of this.
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Hotel plans are off...for now. Mom's reasoning: Why should we have to leave our own house for
him? They're both drunk. Mom stayed with me in my room for most of the day, I listened to her rant. I really want to get high...
Sometimes I feel like life is a bad dream and I can't wake up.
Heh. I thought I was depressed before. That was mild compared to this.