I hate being home.

I hate how my mum always lets my sister get her own way because it’s easier. Well I can be that aggressive and difficult too. Watch me.

I hate all the yelling. All the time. For no reasonable reason.

I hate feeling like shit.

I hate how the atmosphere in my house makes me feel like shit.

I hate all the moaning and whining and yelling and slamming of doors.

I hate my sister being an utter bitch and a twat! all the time, and it being ok because it’s her, but if I do anything even slightly wrong then I am criticised, and patronised, and made to feel so small, unintelligent and useless.

And shit.