Parents are arguing again- It happens every night- Screaming till their throats burn, their voices compete to outdo the other. With words of hate and disgust, they violate each others personal space, thrashing with arms and fists and shouts so thick of saliva, they spit. Its a violent game they play. My brother ran out of the house in a fit. Next is my mother, going after him in hopes that he doesnt do anything dangerous. Hiding in my room at the moment and hoping my dad doesnt barge in, looking for someone to fight with. Im alone... And its slightly frightening... Especially when youve got a psychotic parent. Life is hell when your family is unstable. Even more hell when youve got friends whining to you about how you dont pay enough attention to them. Fuck my life and fuck them.

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