ruwiem
My parents don't ask me if I've eaten. never. they start by 'are u studying right now?' to 'what are you doing right now?' as if the answer I've given for the former was a lie. The love i receive is a mean of the marks i get in our PCTs. And I've been struggling to get out of bed, the study table might as well be mt.olympus on mars. You can imagine why I'm so reluctant to go home, can't you?