Feeling sorry for myself.
I don't want to live at home anymore. So full of tension. One minute you think everything's okay and the next you're staking out in your room, bursting for a pee and too scared to walk out into the fucking landmines of cranky sleeping Asian adults. I'm waiting for the heaters to turn on to mask the cacophony I make down the damn hall to the bathroom. All so I won't disturb them. Fucking endearing.
