it's not even noon yet and already this is the worst day this week.

we'll start at eight am.

Dad woke me up yelling something about dishes (the common theme in this house is dishes)

It's mom's turn to do the dishes.

no, it's your turn, mom did them yesterday.

I was home all day yesterday and she most certinly did not do the dishes.

She did them before you came back from erika's.

She did dishes at 8am? what were there? four cups?

Argue argue argue

Slap

yea, that slap part lead to me walking out of the house in my tank top and capri sweatpants. no shoes, nothing.

so i made it to about th end of route nine before a police officer made me get into his car and go home.

then there was more fighting.

and the dishes got done

(by me)

and my stuff is packed

and i have no where to go.

and so i've locked myself in my room.

to spend the day of love alone.

because my parents are incapable of loving anyone but themselfs.