ugh, I hate life with its joker card that it hands me. Today, my mom had a birthday party. This would seam innocent to the naked....blind and torn out eye, but for those who have even slightly seen my mom at one of my parties you know this to be untrue. You see, first, she brought a tone of liquer. Than, she drank a tone of liquer. She also had a group of friends drink the liquer. She couldnt walk and keep raging on about being "the queen" because she wore a tierra. She then went about harrassing the guests. Of course, they didnt notice, why, because they were to drunk to notice. Then I had the other people walking around being all druunk, touching me and crap. I dont like nor do I know you so dont touch me >.< Of course, the whole party caused me to be horridly depressed being that I could stand directly in the middle of it and stile feel horrible alone...which was caused by three things 1) my break-up 2) the fact that I was outcasted by all of the adults there and none of them really wanted to talk to me 3) the fact that there was no one there my age who might actually like what I like...the only person who actually talked to me was like 70, but he was cool, he liked metal. So, I was surrounded by drunkards and feeling all alone. I was also used through out the party as a maid, cleaning and bringing and putting away. then, everyone left and there was a mess. Then, my sister ran away with her boyfriend, no one would say goodnight back, and my mom was being stuborn and sleeping.