I wish my mom would pass out already. She is pitifully drunk and wearing barely any clothes. She's playing music in the living room. She called me a ***** twice.

I don't know what in the world her problem is. Last night and the night before she was so nice and pleasant to be around, even drunk. But as always, just when I start to think we're getting on better and things are improving, she says or does another thing to hurt me.

Life with both of them is getting increasingly unbearable. They're not the same people who raised me. At all. Aging and years of alcohol abuse has changed them, and not for the better. Too bad I would die at my sister's.

Almost wish my dad was not at work right now. I desperately need another sober person in the house. I feel alone, and I'm scared to go out of my room because I don't want to be yelled at again for no reason.