Literature
31-10-15 21:01
13th October 21:01
I hate the constant arguing. Everyday its something. Sometimes I start it, sometimes she does, but she always continues it. She has to have the last word, she doesnt realise where the line is. She could come back over an hour later and fire up the same argument over the same thing, just because she's thought of something new to say, some new fuel to the fire. It makes living in this house hell. I love my parents, and I could never imagine leaving them, but she makes me want to just run away. Shes this choking cloud of anxiety thats always hanging over me, waiting for me when I come home, before I go to college. If theres a