Bored and weary, the kind of feelings that make my mind wander... Thinking of things from the past that hurt me - specifically from March a year ago. So many memories... The bad cold that made me miss 3 days of school. The shopping at Walmart with my mom for my grandpa's 80th birthday party; the crowds and the noise, the pink journal, the exhaustion afterwards. Mom had bought snacks (crackers, cheese slices, lunch meats) and had put them together all beautifully in a container for Grandpa's 80th (on the 13th). Then, on the night of the 12th, she and my dad were drunk, and they got into it. The fight escalated. I intervened. The following day she had a bruise on the side of her face, and so we didn't go to Grandpa's party. Bummer. Dad felt horrible, apologized profusely - said he didn't remember anything. I ended up eating most of the crackers. That was also the month I dropped out of high school, and I wish I hadn't. Many regrets. But still, it seemed like a pretty good time in my life, as odd as that may be. I guess because it was only downhill from there. A landslide. Especially these last 5 months. But anyway, I really don't know the point of my writing all this. I guess I'm doing it more for myself than anything. Don't mind me...