I love my family I do but they just get on my nerves. They see me just sitting and relaxing they think oh she's not doing anything and then asks me to do fifteen million things and then get annoyed when I snap. Why can't I just have five minutes to myself? Why can't they see I'm struggling not to cry every five seconds? Why do I have to hide what I am rlly like? I hate this world so fcking much. I don't want to deal with this anymore. I want to go home so bad but I can't because I don't know where home is. I have a house I have a great family but it's not home. I feel like breaking down every second but I can't and the only thing that somewhat helps me they make fun of.
