things are not getting better. not even a little bit. and i think i might go crazy if i live in this house one more second. he wont stop bitching. its one thing after another. no matter what. i hate his guts and hope he dies in his sleep tonite. and i think im invisible now. the boys arent noticing me, along with everyone else not noticing me. i have no idea where my gene is or if she even cares that i havent seen her in days. it makes me sad but im glad shes happy. i just wish it wasnt like this. ugh. party on friday. and i cant stand to want to go. its going to be hardcore in my face heartbreak. and its always the same. and i always cry in the bathroom.