InsaneJournal

Current location:	Bed
Current mood:	naughty
Current music:	God Help Me - Emilie Autumn
Entry tags:	journal entry

Let me give the Low down.

Friday my parents went out around 6pm, came back at 4:30 am. Went out Saturday morning around 1, and then we all came home around six, they went back out and got home at one. Then Sunday they went out around 1pm again, and came home around 5am. And at first they weren't even going to get us dinner even though they went out and ate like kings.

I ate, but not everything because I had downed a lot of pills to force my self to sleep. I was sad, and angry. Suicidal hate I call it. Because it only comes with the role. I guess I am though. *shrugs* It doesn't seem so bad, well it is, but I live with it. I feel like a doll, and I felt hate all weekend, but now I just feel tired, tired and unless. I've already given up without knowing it.

They say they won't do it again, that they won't go out, that they won't drink, that they won't be angry, or hateful, or blame us for nothing, or scream just to feel satisfied that they have someone to blame. But they do.

It's so dumb. It's fucking retarded. I wish I could leave!! And not come back!

I did that once. They were calling me during school just to yell at me. God I fucking hate it here.

I'm not the type of person to kill Myself though.
I'd probably kill them. <3 god I would bask in theirs.