Three Hours

You’ve been home three hours and you’ve already driven me insane. It’s like you never left, and not in a good way. I’m not a fucking moron, I figured out a way to solve my problems, Im willing to accept the consequences, I admit I did wrong. What more do I have to do to make you just shut up? Nothing because you think I’m a retard with a thick skull. I absorb information quick and I know what will come next.

Excuse my vulgar words that are going to come out of my mouth. I was frustrated, I am frustrated. I sat down to think about it, to calm down, and you come trooping in like your the fucking master all being or some shit, I don’t know. I’m not going to take your lectures anymore. They are fucking useless, they make me more mad than I originally was and I can’t help that I say what I think.

Pick what you want. Do you want me to talk back? You yell at me, I’ll yell right back cause I’m not going to take that from you, who has never shown an ounce of kindness towards me. Do you want me to stay quiet? Cause you’ll hit me for sitting there, biting back my word, and I’ll explode from there.

I fucking hate this household most of the time. If I had the choice, and all the necessities to life, I’d move the fuck out of here.