This is the perfect time to get deep. My mom and dad are sitting in the living room talking (yelling) about how much each one hates the other. I seriously don't know which parent I'd rather live with if they got divorced or separated. Maybe I'd live with someone else entirely. I'm almost eighteen... I turned the music up. I hate it here. I can't wait to leave this fucking house. This town. This life. I just want to get fucked up and die. Just party like a fucking rock star for a day and then quit altogether. Fuck school and fuck my family. You only get one life and mine has been pretty uneventful for the past seventeen years or so. I want my money back. I want to get high and then low. Just to see if I can take it. I want to get drunk and not care. Fuck love. Who needs it? It never lasts. You wake up one day and realize you can't stand the person you once "loved." Everything about them kills you inside. It burns just to look them in the face and know that they might be feeling the exact same way about you. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and not worry what it sounds like. I don't want to be so paranoid anymore... My dad just walked into the room. And hugged me. Why does he do that? Because now I feel like a douche bag. Fuck.