Yesterday evening my parents drank, but didn't fight at all. Then I was woken up a little after midnight by the sound of them yelling. I can't have anything, can I? If I want a peaceful evening, I have to pay for it with my sleep. I want a peaceful sleep, I have to pay for it with a ****** evening of them fighting. Not even one day of peace and quiet in the week, except for Sunday, and that's only because we're one of the few states left that holds to the law of no alcohol sales on Sundays. Otherwise, that would be a drinking and fighting day too. So of course I am feeling depressed.

I can't live like this anymore...