Things could have been much more easier...

 I love when the whole house is quiet. I love it when the days are slow. The peaceful days I've been longing for is still out of reach. As long as I remain in this house, I can always hear the loudness. I want to hear even a faint whisper of change when the morning starts. I know it will be the same old people with no manners always starting the noise. No respect to personal space. I hate their voices echoing in every parts of my ear canal. I don't want to be angry anymore. Maybe I should just cry to let them see what I truly feel even though I couldn't say it loudly that they are the fucking problem. It is a sad situation. I hope I can get out of this. This place is the definition of misery.

I made a new blog.

I've been miserable. This was once a quiet house that I prefer. Just my mom, my dad and siblings. In just a few months, everything has changed. I just wanted to cry right now but I don't want everyone to worry. I prefer to cry alone somewhere. Only God will understand what I'm going through. I don't like some people in this house. I don't like their decisions and I'm not supposed to care. I prefer if they leave me alone and I think it can make everything much bearable. I'm tired of the noise. I'm tired that we're breathing the same air in the same room. I'm tired of their entire existence in house. I'm so tired of being here. I prefer if people care on what's your preference. People should respect each other's privacy. People should be respectful of each other's space. People should be polite and shouldn't distract other people in the house. I'm so tired of the endless cycle of frustration and disappointments.