When I get home that night my mom is not there. I am sure she is already on the prowl for her next wrong decision. I really don't care anymore. It isn't my job to take care of her, and it has been years since it stopped being her job to take care of me. I feel like we are roommates now.
I do the little bit of homework I was assigned, mostly small projects that introduce you to your classmates, so juvenile. Then I shower and go to bed, my 3:00 am wake up call finally getting the best of me.
I am up early again the next morning. Not with the same early morning wake up as yesterday but I am still awake by 5:00 am. My bruising has changed to a new lovely color of yellow. It seems that this one is clearing up faster than in the past.
I am not sure what to wear today with the new jobs so I j
