i hate that your anger rubs off on all of us.
i hate that you come home from a job you hate, to a lifestyle you hate even more.
i hate that you blow up for no reason.
i hate that your mood is opposite, depending on the hour.
i hate that she is stressed, and i'm stressed, and we're all stressed, which makes it even more stressful.
the tension, the walking on our tippy toes, the silence
i don't know how much longer we can last.