Back to square one. My mother is a royal bitch, and it was no friggin approvement on her part that she maybe started getting saner.
She stayed as mad as she was and she sure as hell should have been accepted to the ward so that she could be locked up properly away from sane people, from me she loves to hurt and there she should have learnt a little humility. Friggin hysterical bitch as she is. Oh, I hoped so very much that she came and hurt me, so that I could go in to the police and report her, or just hit her so hard in self protection that she would never ever come close to me again - but she didn't. Too bad, really.

My father is no better now than she is. Trust me on that. As soon as he neared his fifties he gone and went properly mad. Kudos to him, but now I have two insane parents who love to unleash all their anger on me, and I have nothing, absolutely nothing to do.
Guess I'll find myself a place to sleep for today. Either grandparents or ...where? Dunno, honestly, but I'm NOT STAYING IN THIS GODDAMNED HOUSE FOR ANY LONGER!