Two hours ago, I didn't really know what they were arguing about. It was just ramblings and angry voices, and then she started crying. It's parents on one side and sister on another. I don't know what the whole deal is because I was in my room, asleep. By the time I got out of bed, out of the room, my sister had left the house. I don't know what happened and I'm afraid to ask. Afraid that he'll break down the way he did the other time when I asked what happened between him and my brother. I won't know how to handle anything.

I don't get why they, all 3 of them, can't get along with my parents. New year's eve was the first time we all sat on a Mahjong table and really laughed. I don't want it to be the last.

It's 11.30pm and I figure she won't be coming home tonight. The other two of them aren't home either. Probably won't be too.

...

Tomorrow will be like a new day and then everything will look normal again. It's always like this. Like what happened the day before didn't actually take place. And that we're all happy people again. Including me. I think they add something in the soup that makes people forget unhappy stuff overnight. That's why they don't forget, because they don't come home for the soup anyway.

I Shouldn't Be Alive episode just now was about some group getting lost in the Amazon rainforest and I swear I'm not going to be anywhere near adventurous anymore.

Ogay, stupid emo post. D:

I'll go Viwawa. Buh bye.

11:20:00 PM because I say so