Life.
I don't understand what is going on with my life right now.
I hate coming home afterschool. I dread it, in fact.
I know that when I get here, there is going to be some kind of drama and someone is going to get yelled at. If it doesn't happen in the car. Someone is going to get mad, and someone is going to get in trouble.
The atmosphere here is always gloomy, like a big storm lurks just over your house.
I've survived through a hurricane. What more do I have to endure?
*sigh* I wish I could get out of here. Escape this.
I want to fucking smile again.
I need to feel loved. Where is that at?
I sure can't find it.
I hate coming home afterschool. I dread it, in fact.
I know that when I get here, there is going to be some kind of drama and someone is going to get yelled at. If it doesn't happen in the car. Someone is going to get mad, and someone is going to get in trouble.
The atmosphere here is always gloomy, like a big storm lurks just over your house.
I've survived through a hurricane. What more do I have to endure?
*sigh* I wish I could get out of here. Escape this.
I want to fucking smile again.
I need to feel loved. Where is that at?
I sure can't find it.