Singing, I can hear them singing.

I feel as if I haven't done one of these in forever.
So here you go!
ABBY'S WONDERFULTASTIC DAY SO FAR! :DDDD

If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm. Today really hasn't been all that great.

Wanna know why? I'm sure you don't, but I'll tell you anyway.

My mom and my brother were fighting again on the way to church.
And it wasn't that simple disagreeing fighting.
It was the yelling and hitting things fighting.
And guess who was stuck going through all of that?
Here's a hint: You're reading her blog right now.

Usually when they fight at home, I stay in my room and ignore it as much as I can and don't leave until there's an hour of peace, at least.
This time, I couldn't do that, because I was in the car.
And there's nowhere to hide in a car. Nowhere to ignore any of it.
I was literally in the middle of it too - my brother sat behind me, and my mom was next to me driving.
I didn't dare get involved though. They're scary when they're in a bad mood. o_o;

So I tried to ignore it anyway, but I couldn't blast my music all the way up because the headphones are breaking. So I still heard them.
Listening to your own family yell mercilessly at each other for 10 minutes straight?
It's hell :/
Most of the yelling was my mom, and the one time my brother yelled back his voice was really high pitched.
It wasn't even funny. It was scary.

And the thing is, their fighting is both of their faults. My brother's, because he's a slacker and always makes everyone late, like he did to my mom. My mom's, because she bottles all of her anger up and when it lets loose, it's a war.
Do they really think I can handle that? Do they honestly think that I don't care that they're fighting?
Because I do care, and I can't handle it. Everything that they do is all out of my control. And because it's out of my control, it just continued until something else stops it.
In this case, getting to church stopped it.
And right at that moment, about 20 or 30 seconds before my mom stopped yelling, I broke down. And I did so for five minutes.
Twice my brother came out to try to get me inside, but I made him go away, because I honestly didn't want to see his or my mom's face.
Yeah, I eventually went inside. But I sat alone, because I didn't want to be bothered.
I'm sure Maryanna and Gabby thought I was an emo child, aha.

So, there's my depressing story of the day.

In other news.
I finally got the Micro SD to work with my phone, so I have music on there now. Whoo.
Have a bit of homework to do.
And, I think I'll be able to edit chapter 4 of WOTNopolis today and tomorrow. ^__^
BE EXCITED.


-Abby out.