I hate these moments.
Moments in my life, in which I am forced to pack my life in
a bag and get the hell out of my house.
Moments in which I can see my family falling apart, but
there's nothing I can do.
Moments in which I want to keep it cool, but I just cant.
Moments in which I fear the worst, knowing it could happen,
any minute.
I hate these moments in which I sit in my room and writing
in English, so my brothers won't panic.
I hate the moments in which the silence afterwords is
scarier than the fight.
I hate moments.