Good day to wake up crying I suppose.

Last night when Richard came over, my parents were actually in the same room 'getting along'. I told him that shit only happens once a year. In other words, it's ALWAYS the quiet before the storm. I knew the sperm donor was brewing up a fight in his head. He always tricks my gullible mom into thinking he can be cordial and then he blows up at her the very next day. To my 'surprise' I woke up to him screaming at her at the top of his lungs....and it begins.

This shit never gets old, I swear, every fucking time they fight, it's like a knife going through me. I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of crying over them and crying for my mom and crying because somehow I ALWAYS get thrown in the middle of their war. I'm never going to get out of here, I'm going to be stuck here forever. Please kill me.