mum looked at me this morning as i kind of did the teenage thing and with my head down, walked into the kitchen avoiding eye contact. I had to brush my hair into a side parting to hide another bruise that she had given me. I hope my baby is ok after she threw me down the stairs. She lifted my head up and saw how pale i was, in a bitchy way she pushed my face and told me to go back to bed. When i asked her why, she replied with 'how the fuck do u think ur gonna explain that', and pointed towards my eye. So shes upstairs at the moment. I told her I had to use the computer to do some homework. So here I am. Waiting for the next hit....literally