Fun day.

Today I heard a car park in the street, and I saw my moms boyfriend walking up to the house.
I pretty much locked myself in my room for the most part. I didn't want to deal with her, nonetheless him.
Before he left I guess he wanted to accuse me of something like he always does, because he came into my room and the first word I heard from him was "Fuckin-" which trailed off, and I noticed him looking at my Seagull guitar. He picked it up and started analyzing it. I told him to put it down, but no..he started telling me about how he used to be in a band and shit. I asked him again to put it down, only this time he started playing a few chords that obviously hadn't been played in years. Again I asked him to put it down, this time he laughed and just dropped it on the floor. I guess when it fell, the neck bent and a tuner broke off some "fuckin" how. I've been saving my money for another car and some insurance, plus college! Not another guitar. I'd ask him to pay for the damage of it, but we all can imagine what a crazy drugged up alcoholic would do when faced in that senario.
Speaking of another car etc, I completely forgot about being able to get my official license and was reminded of it today by an amazing girl I talk to. Now that I'm with my bio mom and not a foster I can get a signature. My foster parents bought my car from me because they liked it so much and knew that I couldnt afford the payments if I moved back here. They were THE BEST foster parents in the world, and I miss Ashton, as far as im concerned he was my little brother. Occasionally they text me, which makes me feel happy that they think of me every once in a while. I'd rather put my money into tuition than buy another car right now(my mom and her idiot would likely destroy it somehow anyway.) -One day.