its interesting how the first thing they do when they step into the doors of the house is rant.
shattering the silence and comfort that has been gently enveloping me all morning.
all the resolutions and mental notes to be nice and make an effort just evaporate into thin air with the ceaseless accusing, questioning and nagging that refuses to stay out of my ears...

sometimes i just feel like not coming back.
does that make me terrible?