done.

I’d wish I’d never ever ever have to come home.

I’d wish I’d never ever ever have to face all this unnecessary depression.

Its like everyone’s mood just plummeted. And I just have this feeling of nonchalance, as if this occurred too many times for me to even bother.

Whatever.

I had enough. If you want me to cook my own dinner the next time, maybe I will decide not to eat at home after all.

Its sickening and boring, for the same old things to happen again. Like boring soap operas, every scene so dramatically done to capture the viewers attention.

Well, this isn’t a soap opera. So why do this to your own family.

Why do this to me?