Tremolo

[oboeteiru]

I wonder sometimes, if this was normal. If having a family such as this is normal. If selective hearing is normal. Or if screaming at each other to be heard is remotely qualified as 'normal'. Maybe it isn't at all. Maybe we are just a bunch of weirdos stuck inside a house full of secrets. Of which make me sick and want to throw up. I don't want this. I want out. Perhaps I should not try coming home, for about three or four months I think. I've done it before and I can do it again. A way of espace, I know, but I choose... not be a masochist anymore. It has done no good to me at all.

But I know, after that short period, everything will still be the same. That's what I hate about this.