Gah. I really do hate my parents... First of all, when I was little my dad was abusive. My mom could have done something about it when he wasn't home, like oh I don't know.. Go to court about it? But NO, she doesn't do anything for 15 fucking years. 15!!! After all of that, you'd think she could have at least held it out for another 3 years, while I finished school and moved out of the house! But NO. In the past year, I've lived in 3 different houses, with lemme count here... 5 different people!! Not to mention all of the strangers that came over to visit...

Okay.. Enough on the past rant.. Now, to the present rant! So.. I tell my mom I'm bi, she doesn't believe me. Okay, I can deal with that. I tell her, "Hey I'm rather depressed and I'm cutting a lot..." Plus, she can see the scars and cuts on my arm... Her response "As long as you don't do more than a couple at a time I don't care" I'm thinking.. HELLO!! You're my fucking mother!! You gave birth to me!! Do you not care that I could die because of this?!?!

Okay... That rant's over with.. Now then, onto the food rant... Okay.. So my parents don't understand the fact that money is usually spent on food or other neccessary items.. Alcohol not being one of them.. Well, they go and spend ALL of their fucking money on alcohol last summer and last school year.. Well now, we have NO money.. It's so bad, they have to borrow money from my step-dad's mother (of whom is going bankrupt might I add) They are so inconsiderate!!! Plus, his mom has 2 kids to support!! His kids!! His two kids (my step-siblings) both have moved out of our house to live with his mom.. Because of the fact that we have no money and no food!!!

Okay.. Last rant about last night.. So I'm sleeping. My mom comes in and wakes me up to eat dinner. I tell her "I'm not hungry right now, I'm tired, and I don't feel well.." Which was the truth. I had just fallen asleep an hour earlier... And I felt like I was gonna puke.. So she gets all angry at me and slams my door. Fine by me, I don't care. I go back to sleep.. Later on, I wake up. They left me some food... Well, the food she had bought for ME, had been partly eaten!!! The other stuff I really didn't care about or want, but the stuff she had got for me... That's what I wanted, but they ate part of that too!!!! So they leave me a little plate of food!!! I can't live off that for a day!! ARGH THEY MAKE SOOO MAD....

I'm not even going to go onto the rant about the cam and a friend of mine in North Carolina.. I'll save that for another day..