I can’t do anything even though I was almost given this vehicle and now I come home and wake everyone up somehow after I have been in bed for more than two hours. I keep them up all night and then suddenly my safety is at risk and I am yelled at for it. I don’t leave my room unless I am leaving, not even to eat. I don’t want to live here anymore, at all. I would probably rather be homeless.
(Source: calltherapist, via night-hawk95)