Emily

Day In the Life of an American Teen
2021-11-22 18:26:06 (UTC)

I don't really know how ..

I don't really know how but I'm still tripping balls. It's been like...a long time. We dropped at 10. And its noon now. 14 hours?

I got home half a hour ago.

My house is scary. I hate it here. It's hot and stuffy. I can hear my family out in the living room and I can hear my little brothers going on about something but it sounds like a different language.

You know those animated movies where when there's a crash outside the door the door gets big and exaggerated. That's how every sound that make is. I feel scared.

I was just fine at Noe's.

Noe's household is feminine and mine is masculine. But I love my family? It's just the energy, maybe? Like every bad thing that has ever happened in this room is happening all at once. This place is just really sad.

I feel weirdly age regressed. I'm scared and I'm alone and this doesn't feel like home so I'm just gonna go to sleep.




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