i still don't have my art supplies back, the only reason why i'm writing here instead of anywhere else is that my friends that i know personally just don't care or don't understand.
i'm crying right now.i went to eat supper, and my step-father was
mad at my mother,
just because the grocery store ran out of the steak he wanted and my mom bought something
else for supper.
i confronted him, asking him why was he mad about such a small thing. the argument escalated into something
worse. When my step-father walked away, my mother [who was frustrated and wanted an answer to the question i had asked him]
threw her fork [which almost hit me, but i know she didn't mean to throw it at me] and the steak that was on it flew backward and hit him in the head.
he
just continued to walk off.
i stopped eating and came back up here.
i don't wanna go downstairs for the rest of the night.i
want my drawing stuff back, and i wish that we
lived somewhere else.i'm still crying, and prolly will be all night.
i'll try to find something to draw with and post it up here.
