Dear Diary,
Today was the best day ever! It's my thirteenth birthday and my Dad said he was gonna get me my first drink from the paradise tomorrow, since he forgot my birthday was today. Something small, he explained, and once I had it, I wasn't allowed any more. Mom seems very concerned for me, but I'm not worried! I got this! I'm a big kid now!
The only things that sucked about today is I still have to go to school. Mom couldn't give me the day off and laughed when I asked. I could tell it was a teasing laugh. And what you are about to read. This really sucked...
I've started to wonder more about what my Dad may have done to me as a kid. Mom and some teachers always asked me where I had gotten bruises from, and I was never sure. Honestly, seeing how she treats Mom, I'm not fucking sure anymore. Oh, and Mom says "fuck" a lot to Dad nowadays. "If you hate it so much, you can fuck me in the ass like you always do, you piece of shit!" She said that after Dad came home late from paradise and said he had made love to "another bitch" that was better than her because she was "a fat, ugly whore." I've started going to my room and putting music on when I hear them start to argue, but today was my birthday, and I was hoping they wouldn't fight today. They didn't mostly, other than Mom getting upset because Dad forgot to get the cake, but he put her in her place I guess.
Anyways, see you tomorrow!
Jimmy McCracken