Life is becoming hectic. Growing older, gaining experience, having to take care of others. It's crazy. It all seemed so easy  when I was younger now everyone is getting older as well. At home I still live with my family, I still get no respect, no space, no privacy. There is no silence. At times I can't even hear myself think. I'm afraid of saying things that may hurt someones feelings or that they might judge me and get tired of me speaking or complaining, which is why I stay quiet. I write here. Where only I read my thoughts.

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