My parents are at it again. Screaming so loud like they're getting paid by the decibel. My mom is packing up. She's leaving. Hell, this ain't the first time. But I still feel my chest tightening. I wish I can reduce the sharp pain into a dull ache.
Someone once told me that it's not possible that they no longer love each other. I believed him. But now, I find it so hard to hold on to that belief.
I'm losing grip. My family is falling apart. And I'm not doing anything about it. I'm just watching it happen.
I went to Loreland hoping to drown my pieces of shit.
But they fuckin' learned how to swim.
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