not only did my mom come home, scream at me about dad being a son of a bitch and ask me over and over why he did shit days ago and tell me that her divorce lawyer says she has rules for divorce and after i ran to my room bawling my eyes out and biting off an acrylic nail but she comes up and tries to convince me she wasn't yelling.....oh by the way they cut off my meds and warned me to watch out for my depression, voices, etc and not give me a reason why they won't give me new meds, its okay though i was missing the voices and the toothy bastards that reside in my tub, oh was that crash toast knocking over something or just the sound of my humanity breaking, it all wouldn't be so bad if they also weren't the only way i got to sleep