To start off my wonderfully sucky spring break, I got caught stealing from my parents and wound up living with a friend for four days.  They took my key, which I still haven’t managed to get back and I am on house arrest for quite some time now.  I’m not aloud to leave without permission and when I do leave it has to be for a good fucking reason.  I am only aloud to have two friends over at a time and they have to be approved first.  On top of all of this, I filled out a lengthy police report today because while I was on hiatus with my parents, I got robbed.  My iPod was sold for drug money and I am assuming the money that was stolen was also used for drug money.  Losing my cigarettes wasn’t that big of a deal, but the fact that I was robbed hurts.

Stuff is fucked up.  Yesterday I was having a good, i’ll be it slightly depressing day at home.  Despite recent incidents, my mom and I were getting along fine.  Then, this morning my brother catches me in his room and accuses of me of trying to steal money out of his wallet.  Yes, this is true and because of my history it would make sense that he would accuse me.  I don’t know what to do anymore.  I need money.  It sucks that the people you hurt the most are the people you’re closest to.