i feel so fustrated.
at home, with friends.
fustration that has to be kept in within.
it makes me want to cry.
but who cares?
you rush out just to meet her.
you think you are taking care of your brother and sister.
but you are just leaving it to the others at home.
from chairs to knife.
if we get injured what else can you do but make it sound like its never their fault.