Is this all I have to look forward to?

The camel's back broke today. My dad has gone to the Mission so that my mom can figure out what she's going to do. That little worn-out scrap of rug is gone and now I'm left rubbing my sore bum. The school says my application is 'Decided' and I put my hat in the ring for about six different scholarships. I should be excited. Instead I'm crying and my head hurts. I look awful and I feel even worse. I want a hug without needing to ask for it. Papa Roach's "Scars" about sums up the whole mess. And the thing that worries me the most is that I'm just like him...