12:00

I feel the need to ramble. I feel this need because I'm mightily pissed off. It's fucking midnight. I'm on here wasting my time looking at all things pretty and the fucking house is flooded with light. I can hear the sounds of people breathing because they are in the same room as me. They watch television. They type away on their notebooks. They listen to music, really low, but I can still hear it. It's fucking midnight and I still can't have any time alone in this cursed and fucked up house.
I hate that I'm back to living with this dysfunction because I'm not in a position to choose. My brothers talk to me with their deep voices and all I want to do is cover my ears and scream for them to shut up. Their fucking deep voices when all I want is dark and silence. It's late. It's not much to ask.
I don't want to smell other people's body odor. I don't want to hear them speak. I don't want to hear the sounds they make while they move around burdening me with their existence. Their presence is unwanted and unnecessary.
It's fucking midnight and I hate them. Right now I hate everything.
And if this sounds emo, I don't give a shit.
No one is forcing you to read this.