Everyone's at each other's throats constantly. Maybe with the exception of my father, who just gets depressed whenever there's an argument and flees to his room to listen to music. But barely a day goes by without an argument flaring up between me, my mother or my sister.
My mother recently said to my sister, 'Go to bed, I don't want to talk to you anymore. In fact, I don't want want to talk to you ever again.'
We're such a loving family, y'know?
My mother's always threatening to move out, my father always seems like he's going to move out, and my sister did move out before, it probably won't be long before she does so again.
As for me, I'm too young unfortunately. Being a fifteen year old with little grip on the real world comes with its downfalls.
I have to move out before I'm twenty-five. That's the rule. Maybe by then I'll have a partner of some sort and we can live together happily ever after. And I won't have to bear another argument again.
My mother recently said to my sister, 'Go to bed, I don't want to talk to you anymore. In fact, I don't want want to talk to you ever again.'
We're such a loving family, y'know?
My mother's always threatening to move out, my father always seems like he's going to move out, and my sister did move out before, it probably won't be long before she does so again.
As for me, I'm too young unfortunately. Being a fifteen year old with little grip on the real world comes with its downfalls.
I have to move out before I'm twenty-five. That's the rule. Maybe by then I'll have a partner of some sort and we can live together happily ever after. And I won't have to bear another argument again.
