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You know what i realized recently? I can be out with my friends and having a great time, I could be in the BEST mood, but whenever I walk into my house I get in a terrible mood. I'm fine when its just me, or if my friends are around, but my mom and Dave just make me miserable and I have no idea why. My mom keeps asking me what's wrong, and I can fucking hear them talking about my bad mood in the kitchen.. do they think I'm deaf or something? "Too many sleepovers." You know what? Shut the hell up.
I need to get away from here, but I can't, and it sucks.
I need to get away from here, but I can't, and it sucks.