It's clear in my head, that I'm screaming for something.
I am so sick of this fucking house.
I've been looking at these walls for so long, I swear I could point out every discolouration in them from memory. Every chip in the plaster, every pen mark in the wood. I've been staring at them for hours at a time, for over a month now.
I've left the house once for something social-related.
The repetition makes it almost seem sane to want to burn the fucking place down. I need a change of scenery, a new wall to memorize. A new screen to stare at, Anything that is even the slightest bit different. Anything or everything.
Loneliness doesn't even start, I'm far from lonely, and it's all that I've got.
It's past that now. School is my only sanity, and even that is slowly driving me insane.
I hate this fucking house. We're all mad here.