I just really want to get out of this house. I can't stand being in it, I can't stand the people in it. I don't understand how our relationship has deteorirated till this point. It's like I can't even look at them without a permanent frown plastered to my face. I hate it, I hate it that they can't stand me. I can't escape, can't run away, because even then I need permission. I'm trapped. Yes, I'm trapped in my own home, and I'm dying and dying to get out.
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