Man... Just.

Man, it's hard being around in my house. Specially when my parents and my sister are tough with me, but not the type of tough love, but neither that bad. Just tough.

They treat you like living shit, like my mother, talking shit about some misteakes you made or comparing you with some of her workers, even having the idea of sending me to her work. (Heck, even once she had the idea of sending me to fucking millitary)

My sister is a constant rollercoaster, once she's happy and goofy, and other's is an angsty anger issues lass, and pretty much is always between "You´re fine" to "Stupid useless prick". I feel like sometimes, she would kill me in my sleep.

And my dad... Oh, Gaia, even when i was a kiddo, he was an angry messy dude without stop, in fact, if i can remember well, he was one of these dads, oh yeah, the ones of the belt guys. In fact, i think before i and my sister born, he stole a plush once. (Not a huge deal, but yeah, also there's that so yeah)

I try my best to be better day and day, and yeah, i do mistakes, i'm clumsy, i tend to forget some stuff and hear some stuff, and i have my own rhytmn but i get things done, but there's limits of just you can handle, and i think i'm reaching the straw. But the thing is, i'm not sure if i'm ready to leave the nest, but also if i keep being in my house i might go insane. They even(My mom specially) might hang me if they see me just doing other stuff (I had bad luck in a school class, everything's fine, but there's just that class) other than work.

At this point can't feel any christmas at all. I can't feel real fine.