Prologue
Dear Diary
Things have been rough lately, Mom and Dad have been fighting a lot again, the dog ran away last night, I just don't know how much more I can take. The only thing keeping me here at the moment is music. Both of them think I'm this perfect little girl who knows nothing, when the truth is our walls are paper-thin and I can hear every single thing that they say. Since last May, I've known that I was a mistake that my father has since blamed on my mother. Since June, I've known my father has always blamed me for my mother's depression. And recently, I found out my mother blames me for my father's relapse. I've always known that I lived in a messed up home, but finding out these things is pretty terrible.
My friend, Carter, is the only one who has noticed me changing, I've stopped eating as much and I never wear shorts or short sleeves anymore. How is it that he is the only one to notice a change? Luckily I am able to get his mind off it by just telling him that I have been under a lot of stress lately, I don't know what I would do otherwise. On the plus side, my favorite band, Marianas Trench, is coming to town soon and I am really hoping that I will be able to score at least one ticket, that is, as long as my parents don't ground me for nothing again. Long story short, as you may remember, the last time the band was in town I asked for tickets and they said they would think about it but then five minutes later they decide to come in my room, tell me I'm grounded, take away my phone and refuse to give an explication. They are just worried I'll get drunk or high or something. It's probably a good assumption but there is no way they are stopping me from getting to go to this concert.