So i finally went out after a while w my frens to grab some pizza and later enjoyed at his house. I felt like i had a good day until i got back home. It's same old drama my dad coming home drunk and my mom screaming continuously. And both are yelling. And breaking stuff and yelling again. Whenever i enjoy outside(once in a blue moon) i get home to face some shit. I feel like whether it is due to the fact I'm supposed to have only a lil bit of happiness and come home to face reality. It's not like i have this kind of environmental whenever i go out. I face this everyday but a lil low level. I'm really sick of this life. I used to have one boyfriend with whom i shared this grief and don't even have one now. I'm sick of living like this.