I hate addicts

Same corner of my room, same people, same feeling. 'its all my fault,' is all im feeling. All the yelling all the slamming of doors. Everytime i get out of my room it feels like a walk of shame. Im scared that shes gonna leave. Ok future Alan here, i just had to babysit my furious mother to keep her from useing again. Even she pointed out how bad of a scenario it was, but i just had to tell her it was all going to be ok. Yeah mom, perfictly fine, unload all of your relationship problems on me and tell me, "im one phone call from fucking up my life, you hanging out with me is the only thing keeping me from it." i havent had somthing this truma related seince i was in 7th grade. Looks like im going to have to tell my counselor to put 'truma' back on my plan thing.