Yesterday...the DFS people came to my house after I had paged the worker. My mom had clawed me and left two huge scratches on my chest. After a breif investigation...I went to stay at a friends house and so did my 12 year old brother...but the 9 month old...got put in "faith house" and I wont be able to see him for at least a good month. This has toyed with my mind...I have cryed, and I will admit it, today I am staying at my friends again and tommorow, the worker is going to check in on my mom...to see if she is sober yet. I really hate it when My mom does this. For example, Friday I was getting back from a class trip to Chicago...and she would have rather gone out drinking with her friends...than meet me afterwards. Saterday, I went to a concert, and It was ok... I saw Five Story Fall and Code Adam...but I had developed a headache and decided it would be best to go home, you can check some stuff on these bands at StlPunk.com, just do an active band search and you will find them...I will put a rant on my trip to Chicago later, but for now...this is it!
Until we meet again
--Tyler