Home.
My home doesn't feel like one.
Especially not with her around and about, with her scathing tongue.
Seriously, I swear she's driving me up the wall. Or in this case, driving me out of my mind and the house called 'home' for 12 years or so.
In conclusion, my 'house' feels more like a place to seek for trouble than shelter.
Hmph! So much for home sweet home...
LF
P.S.: I'm such a depressing person. But I doubt anyone will bother reading this. So why do I care?
Feb 12, 2010
Home
Home.
My home doesn't feel like one.
Especially not with her around and about, with her scathing tongue.
Seriously, I swear she's driving me up the wall. Or in this case, driving me out of my mind and the house called 'home' for 12 years or so.
In conclusion, my 'house' feels more like a place to seek for trouble than shelter.
Hmph! So much for home sweet home...
LF
P.S.: I'm such a depressing person. But I doubt anyone will bother reading this. So why do I care?
My home doesn't feel like one.
Especially not with her around and about, with her scathing tongue.
Seriously, I swear she's driving me up the wall. Or in this case, driving me out of my mind and the house called 'home' for 12 years or so.
In conclusion, my 'house' feels more like a place to seek for trouble than shelter.
Hmph! So much for home sweet home...
LF
P.S.: I'm such a depressing person. But I doubt anyone will bother reading this. So why do I care?
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