When I was small it was always the hand or the count to three.Yelling screaming..I can't take it.
Hand slapping.
I think buying things makes for a lock.It's a mask for you to keep quiet.
Though in actual truth...
All this is a fake.
There is really no such thing as happiness here.
It's always you have to be firm with the kids or they'll be too unruly.
Then again, they're spoiling us to no extent.I don't believe in my family.
I despise every little bit of them to the head of the house to the last tail of the hierarchy.
I've never forgiven any of them for what they've done.
None of them even apologize for any of the crap which was unnecessary.
Always trying to see what I'm doing 24/7.
I don't even have room to breathe let alone think.
I'm stuck in this cage while they can do as they wish.
And what pigs they are!I hope I can leave this place forever.
And I'm never coming back.
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get in mah headd.
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