I leave the house to get away from my nagging and irritating parents.
Only to be come back and instantly in anger.
Of course for a reason. I just don't like to say it.
It's doing my fucking head in.
Sometimes i just HATE living here.
Then i think about when i moved away, a lot of the time i also hated living there. Days without seeing or speaking to anyone, but then i'd feel good when i knew it was better for me to be there and out the way than to be at home.
I can't trust her anymore. Lying to me, making excuses.
JUST STOP.
It makes me wish i didn't live here, i want to go away and when i do you're just the same or worse when i come back.
I never used to feel anger like this.
I never used to throw things to try and calm down.
