AndieCrafts

My brother is in tornado mode. My sister is in no-commonsense mode. These two modes add up to chaos. Yet there is this one mode that really gets to me, and that is my mother’s loudspeaker mode. Apparently, she could not have chosen a better day than this to be in her ‘best’ mode. I believe I am actually experiencing the ultimate end of the world! I cannot hear myself think! I am so tired and yet nobody would allow my rest. The best thing I could think of doing right now is to kill myself. Or get somebody else to kill me. Either way, at least I get to have a rest from this life I could describe as a slow and painful death. I wish I could cry but I cannot. I wish someone would save me from this sadness. I cannot seem to find an end to this wreath of loneliness that apparently envelopes my entire being.