365--Day 10-- 9/6/10

My father has to go to AA meetings. My brother has to go to anger management. I'm stuck going to therapy. Somehow my mother miraculously fell though the cracks. You see what I mean by this lady being on top of her shit?

So, Miss Megan Morgan sentenced me to an unknown amount of time with some, most likely, old, balding man sitting in a chair asking me "How do you feel about that?”. If you can't guess, my parents weren't exactly thrilled about our sentence, and the blame landed directly on me, yet again. As soon as my brother was out of sight, by father let it fly.

As if life didn't suck hard enough at the moment, Ms. Morgan is attempting to follow me, which not only is she not equipped to do, but she is failing miserably at it since, she is not just bitching unnecessarily loud, (in her mind of course), but I don't think she has ever been off a paved road. Also, she is wearing hooker red heels.

Why is she following me anyways? Shouldn't she be driving home, thanking god her family isn't as fucked up as mine?

Christ, this kid moves fast.