Incidents occur in one's life daily. Most of the time, people enjoy talking about "what happened today" because it is usually funny, and it is not really considered anything serious. Some happenings in our lives are very serious and are not as easy to talk about with others. Even though this is true, it does help the person to feel better to talk about their problems whether they realize it at first or not. Changes in life like these can change a person both physically and mentally for the rest of their life, depending on the severity of the situation.
             In early August of 1999, my life at home became a living nightmare. I do not really know what it was that started this thing between me and my parents, but I do remember that they were always doing anything they could to annoy me. I doubt this was intentional, but at the time it seemed that it was. They would find any excuse to yell at or blame me for things that did not even involve me, and they would not listen to anything I had to say. They were right and I was wrong, that is the long and the short of it. It got so bad that I hated being home. I would do anything and go anywhere just to get away from my parents; even if it meant going somewhere that I always hated going before.
             When I could not get out of the house I tried my best to stay in my room and keep the door closed. When they decided that they did not want me in my room where they could not fuss at me, they came up with this big idea that I was trying to hide something from them. They must have spent much time trying to decide what I was trying to hide because they came up with the only halfway smart thing I had heard from them in almost a month. They decided that I was smoking. Too bad for them, they were wrong. Until their accusation, I had not touched a cigarette but after that, I did.
             I spent countless hours thinking about the things that were going on with my life. For almost a whole month, I thought ab
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