I love my routine, but nobody cared. my nighttime routine was ruined and now i'm miserable. I eat at 8 pm, brush my teeth and take my pills at 9, and go to bed by 10:30. That's my routine, and it's how I always do things. I like it that way. But today, things went all awry.
Today, my grandfather got drunk and wouldn't take me home. My dad was (justifiably) scared of conflict and wouldn't stand up to them. I screamed. I yelled. I cried and threatened to walk home. But nothing changed. I want them to leave. now. they've only hurt me. But i'll forgive him, because he's an affectionate drunk. silly, too. So despite his teasing and his neglect when he's drunk (his emotions are all over place as a drinker), i may forgive. But it was still really, really rough. I can't forgive him completely, though. He blew cigarette smoke in my face accidentally. So that was…fun. I now know that drunk people scare me. They're unpredictable, and now I'm gonna have trouble unseeing my grandfather at his most alcoholic.
