I learned how to make scrambled eggs today. This makes me happy because I'm getting closer to not starving when I move out. Speaking of which, the weekends are killing me. Slowly with each word my family utters. I would like to over hear a conversation that does not revolve around poop or cars, or the combination of the two. If it's not poop and cars it's bigot like statement, judgmental comments, or hush hush whispering about the other parent while driving in the car.

I want to leave. I want to leave tomorrow and instead of going into the school I'll go through downtown to the bus station and get on a bus going anywhere, except north and I'll leave. But not really, because I'm the rational responsible one.