And this is why I stay away from my house often.

Parents. Annoying parents.

I was lying on the floor of my bedroom, quietly doing Sudoku while waiting for my sister to finish showering, when my mom came in. She didn't even say anything. She then kicked me and walked back out without another word. For what reason? Maybe some insane person would know. Was I mad? Oh, yes.

My hand still hurts. And it's not from handball. The swelling went down hours ago, so I'm good.

My dad comes home and I greet him. No response. I think he's still peeved that I came home later. They should get used to expecting it. Whenever they ask me what time I'll be home, I'm not allowed to give late times. So why bother asking? Save both of us some trouble and leave my "before dinner" response alone. But the fact that he didn't respond peeved ME. If I didn't bother greeting him (which I wasn't in the mood for), someone would probably be complaining about it right now. And if I did bother (which I, unfortunately, did), I'd be the one who's peeved in the end. And guess what?

I am.

Here's another thing. I'm tired and slightly fatigued. I want to do nothing more than shower and sleep. When I was just about to get up and go shower, my mom tells me to finish the load of laundry. I don't mind doing laundry, really. But at 10:30PM? When there's no school tomorrow and I have all day to do it?

Screw. That.

Just thinking about this whole ordeal is making feel like punching something else. I should learn how to meditate. I should also learn how to calm down. I should also stay out late. I need excuses. Anything to avoid coming home too early. I really don't like it here. Whenever they're home, I feel like I'm suffocating; it's hard to breathe. I get so angry sometimes, I grind my teeth and I won't notice until it hurts. That's pretty bad considering that I've had braces before. My poor teeth.

Now, before this rant drags on any longer, I'm going to do the stupid load of laundry that some idiots had to save for the late evening. Honestly, siblings were home all day. Mom got home by 4:30PM. Yet NO ONE bothered with the laundry until I got home.

Really?

A few more deep breaths, physical stress-relieving exercises and I'll be fine.

Hopefully.