Blog of a emo teen

First rant

This is my first rant book. To be honest i am quite nervous to see how it goes.

My childhood wasnt the best but it could have been way worse. My mother was and is an alcoholic while my dad just stopped caring after my mom went to jail. I was only 5 years old the first time she went away. From that moment on things have never been the same. Its years later and i still wonder what sent her into it and what keeps sending her into drinking. I remember that day clearly how could i ever forget it? It was a cold day in December something about my mom wasnt right after my father went to work she weng to her room when she came out she decided to spend the rest of the day sleeping. I remember thinking that she was sick and tired. When i talked to her her speach was slurred and she couldnt walk straight. She didnt care what we ate so i didng i just sat behind her legs and watched cartoons until my dad came home long after the sun had set. He sen t me and my brother to there room for bed. When i woke up i saw police handcuffing her and taking her away i started crying my father told me that she was going on vacation for a while. I heard him talking on the phone later that night that they had taken her to jail. I spent the next few weeks crying my self to sleep in her sweatshirt. To this day i still have her sweatshir t in my close