Venting I don’t want to go back to that house.

[lv-nii]

I had a very intense argument with my brother and I left while yelling at him, telling him the truths he needed to hear. I felt free when I slammed that damn door in his face. Living with him is a damn hell. A hell I don't want to go back to or even see again. I slipped into a shopping mall so I wouldn't bother people with my situation. I'm in the parking lot right now, top floor. I don't know how to feel after all of this. My mother keeps calling me over and over, worried, but I don't want to talk to anyone in my family.

I'm tired of everything