im this close to leaving
just getting in my car and driving till i run out of petrol and money
i dont want to be here
im scared to get in my car cause i wont stop
i cant keep doing this
not only is the stability of my parents falling apoart
but everything is always my fucking fault
if you bothered to give a dam about more than whether the ironing is done you'd know that its not always my fault
that you're not even home enough to lay blame
you're not home enough to even really know me
you dont know that ive given up on my dreams and settled for someone elses
you dont know that i get more stressed out every day.
you dont know what makes me happy
what makes me cry
hell you cant even pay enough attention to know who my friends are

and now you act as if nothing is wrong. fuck you dad