Three.

I just got home from Party 2.0. It was one of those things that you build up in your mind to be amazing, but it ended up being horrible. I was consistently trying to avoid a couple people because I was too afraid to talk. I was scared that if I would say anything, I'd start to cry again. I had to run from people offering their shoulder because I know I couldn't handle it.

I just called my mom to talk to her about what's going on because I hadn't spoken with her in a week. She barely listened and didn't seem to care much about what I had to say. I ended the conversation with "Oh, great! Well, I'll talk to you maybe in another week or month or so." Didn't phase her. She said a quick okay and goodbye. It was a slap in the face to realize that maybe she did care about her boyfriend more than her kids. He's visiting from Korea, where he's been teaching English, and he has to leave in another week.

I called my dad to try to figure out what was going on with my mother. He said that she probably doesn't care about much else than her boyfriend currently. I got to talk to him about this past week and I cried again. He told me just to take care of myself and not to worry about too much. I just need to put my mind elsewhere for awhile and just live for now. That's what Kevin was telling me I need to do as well.

So now I'm at home and listening to my roommate's giggle, which is probably the most annoying sound I've ever heard. That, and her coughing. I cannot wait to leave here.