May 11, 2003 - 10:22 p.m.
My mom left at 3:30, and it's now 10:30. That's a long time to be gone gambling, even for her.
Why is it that I feel a total role reversal? Why am I the concerned parent waiting for their misbehaving kid to get home? I'm the 15 year old daughter her! I should be out partying, getting drunk, and sleeping around.
Dammit, my parents are lucky I'm so fucking straight edge. Or else I would run them ragged.
I don't want to go to school. But I don't want to fake either. Am I a good kid, or what?
You know that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep and you're numb, but it's not a comforatble warmth, more of a twing of spaz. That's me right now.
