I just need a little space to vent for a minute.

I look forward to coming home and spending time with my family.

Just right now, I want to go back to school and just sit in my dorm room where I don't have to fucking worry whether my parents are actually going to split or not. Where I don't have to hear their arguments up in my room.

I'm canceling my plans for Wednesday and Thursday, just to make sure that my mom is okay.


... I'm looking forward to that therapy session when I get back to school.

I've been home for less than a fucking week, and I already have to deal with this shit again.



...

Its eerily quiet in my house right now.

I either want out, or I just want to sit and cry while listening to the rain hit my windows and wind break branches.

That was incredibly emo.

I apologize.



...

nope, nevermind. The argument continues.

I can't escape from my room either because, to be perfectly honest, I'm terrified.