How are they all so damn perfect? I hate how they all are. They're all just assholes, but they somehow get everything right.
I'm exhausted, I didn't sleep, and yet they still get to treat me like shit? I can't wait to go home, away from all of them. I miss my mom, I miss my dogs as ugly as they are. I just want to hide in my room and cry, but I don't have a room here. Even then they don't act any nicer, cause I have no place to cry at. They know that, so they try to make me cry. They stress me out and get mad at me when I start showing signs of needing to cry.
Because they 'don't cry'. That's bullshit, you all just don't care unless it's me. It can be over something stupid, but it's meaningful when you cry because you're all so perfect.
Why should I need to feel more accepted by complete strangers than my own perfect family?
I hate it here
YOU ARE READING
Killing me.
RandomThis is mostly about people I don't like. Based on the seven deadly sins. I don't know how to actually write this stuff good, this is mostly practice.
