Who the fuck...?

So I wake up like normal, and I'm starving.....wanting to eat. I go to head to the kitchen, just to find some random blonde woman crashed out on my fucking couch. WTF. My mothers asleep in the reclining chair next to her, and I want food. Being that I'm just oh so nice, I go back to my room, miserable and starving, because I don't want to wake them, trying to make myself breakfast. I come back to bed, pass back out, and wake two hours later and just say fuck it. I finally went and got me some cereal.

It's bullshit, really. What can I say though. I only wonder if my grand mother is even aware of this mysterious house guest. She's been sick in bed since yesterday morning. She'll be awake soon though having to take her blood sugar, and pressure soon, along with using her nebulizer, and she does this in the livingroom. This is one of the reasons why when I was 16, I was emancipated. I was tired of the random druggies coming in and out of my house, using my bathroom etc. Some times, the fuckers would walk right into the bathroom, while I was in the shower.

Supposedly my moms not doing drugs, but I have my doubts. It's not my business though, not anymore. It was when I was under her care, but I'm not any longer. I've since aged, and grown. Still though, I'm here, she's here, and she's starting her shit again. I'm glad I'll be leaving soon, but I worry for my grandmother. I pray that if she is starting this shit again, that it wont get any worse than what it was. Especially since she's living with my grandmother. And, even though my grandmother drives me crazy, I still love and worry about her.

-Khai