A few nights ago, my brother and my mom got into a fight and he hit her in the jaw, pretty hard it seems since her jaw is now swollen. When he hit her my mom started faking crazy to freak him and it worked. I came home and found my brother grieving on the floor of my bedroom. He saisd that something was wrong with my mom and that she was in the shower. At first I thought she had a stroke or something but why would my brother be on the floor crying instead of calling 911 or getting help? I checked the shower, and my mom was in it singing cheerily. Xab was with me, just as confused. My brother began saying that it was his fault for making my mom "crazy" and that I was right, he was disrespectful. There was a whole lot of drama going on. I wanted to cry at that moment. Actually I didn't, but it was something I usually did. But I couldn't. I ran out. My heart is dehydrated.

When I figured out what was happening, my mom swept passed me and began taunting my brother. I stared at her angrily, miserably, afraid. Maybe she really went crazy. What would drive a mother to traumatize her own child by feigning insanity? Wait... my brother! She explained to me what she did and I cried in her arms. I felt like I was faking the sobbing and the tears, just to console her. I was suppose to leave the next day and I didn't want to but I had no choice.

My mom and my brother aren't talking right now. It's probably because my brother is afraid of making her go nuts again. I dunno. Hopefully he won't catch on and start treating her better. My dad suspects something happened but no one wants to talk about it so he doesn't try to badger us too much about it.

I'm back in my apartment, missing my first class as we speak. I couldn't sleep last night. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. All the anxiety I try to ignore to make it through the day comes at me at night. I'm going to have to do some stuff to drug myself to sleep. Good stuff, of course. Like warm milk or turkey (tryptophan). I've been taking NyQuil for this annoying cough that just won't go away but I'm starting to avoid it in fear of becoming addicted to it or having some other weird side effect from overuse.

My roommates are good. They all made it back here safely. There's a little weirdness between me and my roommate but I don't care. I guess it's always been that way. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a pain in the butt to live with since I always get ticked at everything. I have a lot of patience though. It's just when I lose it, it's hard to get back. Once I become impatient, I realize how much easier it is than being patient. But if they stay out of my way and I stay out of theirs it should be fine.