Be Nice To Me

It's Raining

Dearest Diary,
It's Sunday today.
I love Sunday's.
It's always the most peaceful day of the week. Mother usually stays in her room on Sunday's. She doesn't even drink very much since she has to go to work the next day. Sunday's she never touches me. I love Sunday's.

Today it's been raining. A lot. It almost drowns out the sounds of mother screaming...wait

The sounds have stopped.

It's been a few minutes now.
I think she's stopped now. She must have passed out.

Anyways dear diary, tomorrow is school again. I'm not excited. I'm scared. I don't want to go.
They're always very mean to me, they try to take my flower crown away from me. They say nasty things to me. And bad words.

Sometimes I can ignore it but, other times I come home and I make myself feel better. My skin is ugly after but, I feel better. It makes the words go away.

I have to go now. Mother is screaming again.

-Harold x