I hate the time before Christmas. everyone is just pissed at everyone else. I decided to reread the Harry Potter series because reading makes me feel better. I'm nearly done with the first one, and I can't find the second one. I don't do drugs, I read. But apparently thats a bad thing too. So my mom and dad are fighting (Mom's not completely sober, and dad's not physically here) and mom can't take it so she hands me the phone. I just want my fucking book. And mom screams and says I need to grow up. And I try not to smile at her and smash her vodka glass. I read to escape reality and keep me from doing things like that.