Eating a slice of caramel chocolate cake with my favourite green tea latte. I rarely go to Starbucks but I don't want to go home dysregulated. My dad will just mock me if I told him about today. I owe him money for painting my room together with this month's allowance to them. Somehow it's so upsetting that they barely talk to me unless it's about money or belittling me. I pretend everything is good about my work because the father recently told me off for complaining. The brother who traumatised me has been wordlessly following me around to places on weekends lately and it's super creepy. I'm so...fed up...