Unnnngh

Sometimes it gets dark.

Last night in the darkness they were shouting again. So much of it was jumbled confusion, but a few phrases I deciphered - Who are you? Sit down and shut up. Answer me.
It was loud, bad and fucking angry and all I could do was tug at Mike's shirt and hug closely to him until they stopped. I couldn't even speak. I thought I was done with this shit.

Work experience is long and nerve-twisting. I can't sleep and wake around 5AM in panic, who knows why.

Wow. I guess I'm more messed up than I thought I was at the moment. No wonder I've been having severe mood swings. Things seem clearer when they are written... odd, huh...