And you call this home?

Have you ever dreaded coming home?

The doors closing behind you, and you start feeling as if you’re sinking in quicksand.

Every step you take, you feel surrounded by negative energy that makes you wish you’d disappear.

The non-stop bickering over the tiniest things.

It starts so small but grows into a giant mess.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m even here.

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