it's weird that i didn't want to come back to my house,

because as soon as i got home,
you can guess
the first tones that were used with me,
the first type of words thrown at me.

it really makes no sense.
not one shred of sense to me; none.
i don't understand what i am doing wrong.
i don't understand why i cannot go one day without doing something to upset someone here.

playing on repeat