Lay your life and take mine

I'm sick of not being able to do anything right in my family's eyes. Sick of it.
Can't sit in my room for too long, can't stand the sight of them for more than 15 minutes. Evem when I try to help, I get blamed for things. So why bother? They're all just 'ungrateful bitches' on days like these. I believe I will never truly be happy or content till I live out alone. In my own home and my own things. I'm not wild or uncontrollable but I am also not a servant.

Leaving for Pipit now. Hopefully to come home to a less poisoned environment.