I’m tired.
I’m tired of living in this shaggy shack and call it a home.
A fucking home.
Even if you could bring and build tall walls and ceilings, the core would still be the same old shack.
A fucking shack.
Why do you even pretend to be partners, huh? Emotional abuse isn’t supposed to be part of relationship.
A fucking relationship.
Stop it. Just stop it. I hate living under this pretence of loving family.
A fucking family.
I hate sharing space with you, I loathe it actually, It feels like you’re in my head.
My fucking head.
I don’t even know what I’m mad at? Small living space or giant follies in your relationship.
I wish I could disappear.
With no trace left of mine for y’all to feed upon cuz devouring each other heads isn’t enough apparently.
I wish I could fucking disappear.