201217

Things at home is not great as it seems.

We fight. We talked back. Silent treatment.
Damn it. I hate this kind of situation.
I have no place to run. No place to hide.
All I can do is cry myself to sleep, every night.

My life is spiraling down the drain as we speak.
If this is to continue, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish anything.
I feel like curling up under the sheets and never woke up.

The burden is too much to bear.

I put on brave face. I plastered smiles.
But deep down, the sorrow is eating away my mind.
I have no idea how to stand anymore.