i sit in my chair. 
you yell at me once again to shut the fuck up.
i acknowledge and tell you that i will be quiet.

that answer was somehow wrong.

you once again tell me to just stay quiet and not bother you. i concede upset, which causes you to answer mad again.

i do not exist inside this house. i am merely a guest inside these walls. my existence is just a problem.

one more time i am reminded of how small, insignificant  and problematic my existence is.
reminded of how stuck i feel inside the same place where i have to work, sleep and socialize.

i am tired.  tired of having to constantly be on the lookout for your footsteps, to be constantly aware of anything and everything because i might somehow be doing something wrong.

being in this place makes me feel like i am rotting inside out, you make me feel like things will never get better as long as you feel upset or decide to stomp on me.

please let me escape this place. 

please let me find a safe place. 

i am tired of being tired– i just want to feel okay.

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