I CAN'T BELIEVE MY WEEKEND WAS RUINED.

Okay, y'all know that I was SUPPOSED to go to a con.
Well, that was fucking rescheduled to fucking JULY. That's the month after my birthday!! HOW FAR AWAY?! 5 MONTHS TO BE EXACT!!! Maybe 4, due to it being the 20th. BUT STILL!!! AND DON'T HIT ME WITH THE BETTER LATE THAN NEVER BULL CRAP. THE CON WAS THE THING KEEPING ME BLOODY ALIVE!!!!
Yes, I planned on killing myself, but then the con stopped me from doing so.
SO GUESS WHAT?!?! I'M STILL ALIVE. AND I PLAN ON GOING TO THE HOSPITAL SOON.
Anyone wanna know WHY I had to reschedule?...
Okay, this isn't their fault but the father shouldn't have gotten so drunk.
SO, ON THE WEEKEND THERE WAS A BIT OF A DISPUTE. There was a comedy night at my fathers cricket and I was invited, but I ended up going home early due to being extremely tired. So I saw that a guy named Charlie was getting drunk, as well as his son, David. Then when they went home, my parents ended up taking David home, and when they got there there was shouting and crying in the house. Jamie, Bree and the mother, Frankie, were inside with Charlie. Charlie was drunk and being aggressive toward the girls. He ended up hitting Frankie accidentally. So David tried to go after Charlie for hitting her and threatening the girls. But my parents held him back. So they ended up coming to our house and sleeping over for the night. They spent ALL OF SUNDAY staying at my place. So I couldn't go to the con.
I know it's not their fault but I just REALLY wanted to go...