AHH! my mom just saw all my cuts from this weekend. not the ones on my legs, just the ones on my arms. but still. she was asking me how i got them and who gave them to me. i told her the cat and John (when we were "fighting"). she looked really hurt. its nothing against her. its against me. she said she had never seen cuts like that before. ohmygod, im so scared theyre going to end me away to a mental hospital or something. they already know i smoke [pot and cigs]. but like, i dunno, they might make me start going to NA meetings with them again, like when i was little. im so scared they are going to do something crazy like bust in here and interragate me. my father is crazy like that. he can get information out of almost anybody. it would be even easier to get information out of me since i have such a weak will or whatever. AHH! i blame the ketchup. my mom said that i might not be able to hangout with my friends anymore. they are the only friends i have! thats not right when parents do that. i have a bad feeling about all of this. NIN is my new favourite band. i hate people who think that they are all that and a bag of chips. its just makes me mad. edit: when my mom gets back home, im telling them EVERYTHING. not to hurt them or out of spite. but so they know who i am. they may send me away. they may do alot of things. but i am ready to accept my concequenses, whatever they may be. if they dont accept me, ill go away on my own. i dont know where, ill just go. ill miss the way things were. nothing will ever be the same again after tonight. i thought of scuicide, no. i wrote them a letter even. but its not a suicide letter anymore, but an apology. shell be home soon. ill just sit here and wait for this life to end. i knew something big was going to happen today. sorry about spring break. i may be spending it alone in a padded room. haha, the thought of that makes me laugh. i am NOT crazy, insane, or mentally ill.