What's a weekend?

I think I must have done something wrong, or I must have said something wrong, or perhaps I may have even been born wrong, because I feel like that at home.

Y’know, I never asked to be different from my parents. It’s not my fault that they are so bloody emotionally retarded. They don’t even fucking know me. I’m more like a thing, rather than a person. Instead of being asked how my day was, I get yelled at for leaving a stupid fucking door open. Instead of engaging in a conversation with me, they bitch and judge everyone - including some of my own friends. Instead of understanding that I’m upset that I’m not exactly feeling the best right now; that I’m angry and annoyed at everything because I don’t know how else to act, they tell me to grow up.

My sister, though I love her to pieces, doesn’t empathise at all. Especially with me. She just told me that she’d be happier if I left home. I would have stayed at uni here if she asked me, but I obviously am not worth as much as I thought.

I want to leave now, because the only member of my (close) family I can stand right now is in another country.