It's been a heck of a day. Mom bit my head off. Dad talked to me like crap. What's wrong with people anymore? Ones understandably miserable (chronic pain a dr won't treat suitably) the others becoming flop faced drunk. I'm in the middle of it all. On top of crap neighbors. And people wonder why I get stressed? I don't enjoy having my head bit off. I don't enjoy having to walk on eggshells not knowing what's going to set them off. Oh man it's literally nonsense and a lot of nonsense I have to deal with. The place feels tense. I wish I had somewhere to runaway to.
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