I’m getting ready to go, and my ma is speaking rudely to me, despite me not giving her any attitude. She’s been a horrible person (alcoholic) to me and my brothers. She says, “You’re not coming if you’re going to be in a bad mood.” Fine. “Alright, I’m not going to go.” She snaps at me. She knows that I have suicidal thoughts and self-destructive tendencies + the fact that I got hammered last night. Why doesn’t she care? This isn’t normal for a 15-year-old. I keep pushing, waiting for her to notice. She doesn’t notice. I have low blood sugar, that’s why I’m in a bad mood. Fuck you. This is why I want to fucking drink. Nobody ever cuts me any fucking slack.