I hate being here, it’s not like I’m getting abused or something but everyday feels like it gets harder to go through. I’m afraid I’ll be stuck living with my parents forever cause I’m not smart enough to be able to get out. Let alone successfully. I spent the whole day with my mom and she was okay the whole time. It’s currently 10:20pm, a minute ago my mom came into my room to yell at my sister while I wasn’t there. When I came back, she was been throwing everything off my bed onto the floor. Including folded laundry I had just gotten, my notebooks, and book that aren’t even mine. They’re borrowed from a public library. Every day, one (or both) of my parents find something that isn’t new and make it into a problem. I don’t even have someone I can talk to about this. I don’t have any close friends, and when I try to vent about something to my siblings, they either don’t respond or say that’s the way it is. I just want someone to talk to. Why is it so hard to find community?