Mad House

I’m going crazy. Crazy crazy crazy. I cannot stay in this house anymore. I cannot face her anymore. I cannot face the music anymore. Is there anyone out there who can understand how sick I feel abt this abt her? Can anyone feel this torment as I do?

Its a Saturday I worked hard the entire week doing night shifts can’t I even get some rest? No? Its my off day. You get your off day 24/7. What can’t you understand how I feel? You can say I’m lazy I’m useless I’m infilial. Whatever. I’m not gonna give a damn shit. I had enough of this. Why don’t you stress sister? Why issit always me me me? Because I’m good to bully? Because I’m weak and I listen to your bullshit? I had it up to here. You’ve ruin my day. You ruin the last ounce of happiness I thought I could enjoy this weekend. You are not a queen. I’m not a maid. I’m so sick of these shits.

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