My parents got their income tax return on Friday. It took me two days, but I've come to the conclusion that this means they'll be high until the money runs out. Really, really messed up. It makes me sad and angry. I'm dissapointed and I don't understand the part of me that always expects them to get better. That always expects the best out of them. I think it would hurt less if I anticipated the slurred speech and slack faces and general zombies walking around pretending to be my parents. And I have to walk around pretending to not notice. If I say anything they are "just tired." Yeah, because tired looks just like that. They sure have a funny way of being tired.
I just want to go away.
But more, I want to be able to stay, and everthing be okay.