Scared

I guess "scared" is the real emotion I feel. Terrified would probably be more accurate, though.

I had a terrible dinner at Temperance Hall (Looking Glass Lounge, apparently), and afterwards walked over to my mom's house for a ten PM word brawl. I realize that I should have subscribed to the notion that your parents aren't useful to you past the age of 18 early on. My mom is worthless. My mom is nothing without me.

I wish I knew the right thing to do at this point, but all I can think of is to continue to drink.

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