I had a 10:00 AM. Midterm for English. I had no idea what to write during the essay portion. I walked around school waiting for my best friend who ended up not being able to make it. I was kind of sad about it but got over it, there is always next time. I eventually take the long way home. I like walking on the borderline of Newark and Belleville to my house. It gives me a chance to walk and think. I come home and I see my mom and her boyfriend sitting on the couch and they tell me to sit down. In my head I’m thinking, “Wtf is going on.” They begin to ask me if I have a problem and that they wanted to know if I was an alcoholic and addicted to sleeping pills. It was like they were fucking holding an intervention for me. This was all said to them by my sister. At first I thought it was a joke until my mom kept pushing the issue and told me to come clean. Of course, I lied about the sleeping pills. I am somewhat addicted. Ok I admit I’m fucking addicted to sleeping aids and remedies. I can’t help it. As fucked up as it is, I only get about five hours of sleep a night, if that. Because of my insomnia, stress and snoring sister, I need something to boost the melatonin in my body to cause me to sleep. As far as alcohol is concerned, I haven’t drank alcohol for maybe over a month. I think my last drink was towards the ending of the summer. I don’t drink in excess because I don’t even have money to even support that habit if I had it.
What really fucks me up about this situation is that my sister is the one who is constantly drinking, smoking weed, popping god knows what pills, doing ecstasy, has stolen from my mother and she has sold drugs various times to support her habits. Not once have I ever told on her for all the fucked up shit she has done. But to make herself look better in an argument with my mother, she takes something I do and flips it.
I am beyond hurt and angry.