My mom’s been drinking. Now she’s acting a fool. And they’re downstairs arguing.

I’m depressed. And alone. And this house is not helping.

I thought about cutting today for the first time in a while.

But I didn’t do it.

I also started reading the Art of Happiness by the Dali Lama today…

They’re downstairs yelling now.

I don’t have any energy to start crying.

So for now, I’ll just listen to the Pharcyde. And daydream about what I wish life was like.

This is an ugly world.