... and wanting to break free.
I want out.
Out of my home.
I'd rather rent a small place with some friends than have to live here with all these people constantly throwing my flaws in my face. And blaming me for everything that goes wrong.
Even if something bad happens to me, instantly it's my fault. Oh, joy.
Even when I'm the victim, I'm the one at fault.
FUCK.
I hate this place. I'm no longer safe. I'm not comfortable. I hate having to leave my room when I'm home. I hate it here.
I. Want. To. Leave.
STAT!
*screams*
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