wow, im 15....i turned 15 on saturday, May 21...and it was one of the worst birthdays ever...well, for one, i hate making a big deal about the day of my birth, im not like the popular bitches in my art class......so, at night my mother decided that the family should go out to dinner, which includes Alex(my 17 year old brother), my dad, my grandma, and Mirinda(my 20 year old sister) and her BF James, whom we have known for like a year and a half...so anyways, we go to this brewery restuarant called BJ's, and my dad gets drunk.....he has had a drinking problem, but recently quit and moved onto soda...so whenever he has alcohol, he turns into this pompas ass.....since i can remember i have spent my birthday wishes on him, wishing that he would stop drinking, because when he did he became angry at the family, always calling me a little bitch, tearing me down....so after an embarrassing evening dinner, we went back to the house for cake (the entire ride home was a disaster, he was so drunk my brother had to drive us home, so he threw cds at me, blasting the music)......once home, he punched me in the back, so i ran into my room and began throwing things at my door.....sometimes i just wanna run away, i can't wait until im 18 and can move out of this hell hole.....and the next day he made my mother cry, and im not sure how....god he just pisses me off sometimes.....