Yeah, stuff is going down in my house. Or will before the day is out. After arriving home from school I noticed what looked like diapers in the trash. I hurried on into my room and confirmed the fact. God damn. When Dad asks me about this, which he will, I'm gonna say what I feel. They put things into a manageable perspective for me. They make the struggles of an 18 year old more mute.
Well, wish me luck.