I feel grateful for the times my younger sister and I visit our older sister, all three of us together is the best feeling in the whole world, I love spending time with them, especially when it’s just us, I hate it though when my little sister and I come back, back to my parents house, back to this facade, my parents loves pretending, they love to act as if they’re normal, and it’s exhausting, 2 hours I’ve been home and I feel dis regulated, suffocated, angry, and depressed, the same for my younger sister, and my parents continue with their audacity, mostly my father, and it’s driving me into such a rage my body is exhausted trying to keep up with it, I hate them so much, and I hate that I can’t help but be here, I have to stay to finish my education, my little sister and I do, we can’t just get our own place, and we can’t depend on anyone else, but after this we’ll soon will. Nobody can’t mess with me, I’m too angry and too calm about it