I wanna get out of here, move out, smoke cigarettes in my own bathtub, my bed, trash the place instead of controlling my anger, sleeping on the floor in whatever room I want to, have my own order in that place, have some fucking silence for once and not constant talking, get drunk in the living room. Just be on my fucking own. But I also don't wanna leave this place cause I want to burn it down. The screaming, the fucked up relationships, the thing living here and pretending to be a parent, it's home.



















