Oh man.. Today was rough... My folks took me out to IHop for a Sunday morning breakfast, and I asked them if we were going somewhere after that. They told me where they were going, and I thought I could run into the hunting shop to pick up something. I didn't want to say it was a gift for Mom, so I said I wanted to get a hunting knife. Then they got into details and my Dad said that he was afraid when I had the knife up in my room. It was a simple steak knife, but I tend to be very paranoid when my folks aren't home and I'm stuck alone.

I thought it was no big deal. My mom brought up my temper, and how quick I am to act. I thought that she was implying that I would take the knife to them or something! I wouldn't dream of it. She then said that she couldn't be sure, because if it happened, she thinks I would lose control... Ouch.... I stopped eating my burger and lost my appetite. I didn't think they were afraid of me. I mean, I'm terrified of when they get mad, I didn't think they were afraid either... Meeeepppp...