It`s not like I don`t want to stay at home. It`s just that I can`t bring myself to sit at home and let all the unnecessary emotions get the better of me. I`ll think too much when I am at home. Like now, for an example. It gets harder when I have people breathing down my neck when they don`t even know any shit that they`re talking about. Seriously, don`t talk to me like as though I`m the one with the problem. You seriously don`t know any single thing and I don`t need you to exercise your freedom of speech right when I`m in the God-forsaken room. You make it sound as though you`re so perfect. Like as though, I`m super flawed. Yes, I know I am flawed; everyone is. It`s just that hearing you say those words, it`s the same as what I said two years ago. When you were doing God-knows-what and only calling once every two-three days, I was stuck here listening to every little crap that you did. So, if I`m not wrong, this is called karma. Sure, you had it worst. But you have no fucking idea how the three years was like. I don`t hate you, in fact, I love you. But I just can`t deal with all these right now. You asked me to grow up faster and pick myself up. Let me ask you this, how the hell am I suppose to pick myself up when the moment I am going to, you guys push me back down. You guys made me hit rock bottom. Okay, not really fully you guys, but, yeah. I am still trying, but, this isn`t working out. I am almost giving up. Almost.