My house is always such a fucking hell hole.
It’s not even that people are fighting or yelling all the time anymore, it’s just that everyone’s always so damn negative. There’s always something you have to do and something being complained about and someone getting stressed and someone pissing someone else off. This is why I don’t leave my bedroom. I don’t want to deal with it. This is why I stay locked up and play guitar nonstop. I don’t want to be here. My music takes me somewhere else for a second. I can’t wait to move out. I really can’t.