so. i go to raymond after school. sams not willing to bring me home...sad. so i sit at brents house. watching tv shows that really dont matter to me. wait for someone to actually bring me home..4 30 i got dropped off here. took a shower (which was awesome) got out, decided i dont want to wear jeans and a sweater tomorrow so i picked out a skirt and beaters with sandals, went upstairs sat on the computer. mom came home... she didnt seem nice..not even a little as she walked in she was already yelling. so i let the dogs out and decided not to say anything about her yelling at me. then went upstairs sat on here for awhile and decided to go downstairs. well i opened the door to my mom yelling. so i thought someone was here...but it turns out she was on the phone cause i could tell. so i didnt want to go downstairs and ruin the conversation.as she always whispers when im around so i just listened, she talked about me, about how her life is boring.about how she just comes home from work turns on the tv puts a cigarette in her face then goes to bed. i guess i annoy her i have walked in on her talking about me before, but not as much as she talks about me now. i dont like her telling her friends about me... because they are mean things.. i think she thinks im annoying. well it wasnt my fault that im not living with my dad? If you want to get rid of me so bad why not make me stay there...i dont even like being around her, she swears more, smokes more, ignores me more, and hangs out with drunks more...its really dumb. i mean its her life i cant control it. and if i say something thats what she says... i "control" her. i love it here. but i hate it here. all the torment and the pain leaked through and covered me.