So today was a good day. I got up early, took my sister to the doctor, went and voted for the first time. Went to the church. Got to drive Sarah around in my car, which was so weird. Worked on signs for the Harvest Festival. Played with Zachary. Worked on signs for the Harvest Festival. Cut paper. Worked on signs for the Harvest Festival. Learned that painting really is therapeutic. Today was a good day. "Was" being the key word.
I come home tonight after 10 or so hours at the church to chaos. 4 adults, 4 people over the age of 30, live in my house. I come home to one sleeping, two out at a party, and one going insane. Like really insane. Like, "Holy crap, I feel like I'm going to throw up but I can't even go to the bathroom because I'm to afraid to leave my room" insane.
Threats. Alcohol. Shattered glass. Alcohol. Feeling abandoned. Alcohol. Fear. Tears. Alcohol.
This is my home. Home sweet home.
I hate being home.
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