“Home”

I envy those people who have very close relationships with their parents. I wished I came from a loving family, but I guess that’s too much to ask for. I hate my house. Everyday it’s the same thing. My parents are always making me do everything around the house, like you have more than one children that can do chores as well. If I don’t do something a certain way, I have to restart it. Like if I don’t clean the floor or clean the dishes a certain way, I have to redo it. I don’t even have a license or a job, but they’re always nagging me to get one? Like what, you don’t even let me. They always call me fat when I’m 135 pounds. They call me dumb, when I know I am but you don’t need to remind me everyday. I go to sleep crying everyday. The only time I’m ever happy is when it’s nighttime and everyone is asleep. I really want to move out and never come back. I can’t take it anymore, just one more year.