maybe tomorrow

i'm sick of all this. i'm of having to spend every weekend listening to my dad going on about the same things over and over again. i'm sick of listening to all his bullshit. i'm sick of my mom nagging me all the time about every single damn thing. 

more than anything, i'm sick of how dysfunctional my family is. i mean, if it were really dysfunctional it wouldnt be so bad, cos at least i know and we all know we're dysfunctional. but no, we appear alright. but no one talks. every time we're in the car, when i talk to someone about something it feels weird. its like, i'm breaking the holy silence. and its messed up. when i hitch a ride with people, they always talk to their parents. there's always some small talk, asking about each other's day, complaining about this and that. but no, no one talks. either he's whispering, or he's shouting. NO ONE EVER FUCKING TALKS. 

and that's where i'll fall too, if i'm not careful.