so aperantly my dad thinks my thinking is flawed for talking to my mom on the phone...he said i was to gulable for believein her... i would believe him... he just yelled a lot and i kinda want to curl up in a corner and cry. to make matters worse he brought my brother into the whole thing...sometimes i wish he would never pick up that bottle again like he promised... he's broken that one so many times. i just... i dont even know at the moment, i cant wait to get away from this place for a day tomorrow.

i guess im just flawed like he says...