I wish I could go back to a week ago, before everything got irreversibly ****ed up. Mom is drunk and Dad's at work. I sat with drunk Mom ALL DAY yesterday and listened to her tell me the same stories again and again, about how Dad flirted with my aunt and tried to **** her. I didn't get a moment's peace until late last night. Even when she was out of the room yesterday, she used that time and took up with Dad again, so even on the rare times I had a few minutes alone I still had to hear them yell. Tonight will be the same way. I just now narrowly escaped back to my room with the laptop after sitting out with Mom for 3 straight hours hearing the same ****ing stories again. Meanwhile, I have no one to talk to about the way I'm feeling... no one cares about the pain I'm going through. At least Mom has someone to rant at all day long. I have to write my rants in a little book called a diary that no one will ever ****ing read or care about. I am completely alone. I know it's horrible, but I resent Mom for tying me to her, even though I'm on her side. I just wish I had someone, you know? I don't think either of my parents really love me. I used to doubt it before, but I guess it took something like this to happen for me to see the way **** really is.