Is my home a home? isnt it suppose to be a place for relaxation? Why is my home a living hell? Why cant I study at home? I dont want to be the reason why.
with limited space for my books and stuff which I will have to fight for with my brother and mum, there is totally no room for a new gadget. Her cooking totally deteriorate to the core. The only space for me to relax is the computer table which I spent 90% of my time in the house there, excluding the bed of cause.
Each time she gets drunk, she would get berserk and goes into a nagging-spree. Yup, been chased out of the house a number of times already. 5 cans is never enough for her, minimum 10 !
When everything is wrong, we move along? Shouldnt we fix the problem now? What if it is done and cannot be undone?