The man and the woman irks me to the point where it really kills me to be in this house.
So disgusting, so sick, so dreadful to see them or hear them.
And it's pathetic, how he has no control over us now.
At least not over my sister or me.
He used to threaten me by cutting off my pocket money and shit (like taking away my handphone).
But now that I'm surviving on my own income, he has no control over me.
He used to shoo me out of the house because he thinks I can't survive without his money.
Anw, now that I have another home to turn to (my mum's), he's all quiet about it.
I wish he would shoo me out again, I would be so glad to.
And he now doesn't have much control over my sis as well, since she has income also.
He has a house, but not a home.
I pray that the day that I move out will come to me soon, real soon.
I want to hurry grow up.
