But let me start by saying this has been the worst month of my life. And if you knew everything about my life, you would know that means it’s been bad. Seriously bad. That’s the main reason I’ve avoided writing in my journal the past couple of weeks. It’s just too depressing. Even for me. But suddenly I feel the need to document these things. Perhaps I can use this journal in court as evidence of my mom’s inability to parent. Shannon has been a complete yo-yo the last three weeks. She’s like the human roller-coaster ride. She does a two- to three-day missing act, which I know is related to a partying drug binge, and then she comes home completely wiped out. It takes her a day or so to recover, and then she puts on this act like everything is back to normal. As if we even know “normal.” Lately she’s even made some pathetic attempts to cook meals for us, which is a big joke—not to mention an enormous mess that I usually have to clean up. But during her recovery time, she promises that she’s not going to pull this stuff again.
What do You think about A Not-So-Simple Life (2008)?
