I can barely feel the sides of my hands. I hammerfisted the kitchen wall, the fridge and the wall outside our door, plus the doorframe.

I am so sick and tired of it being all up to me. Living room's gotta be clean, kitchen's gotta be clean, dogs gotta be fed and let out in the morning, gotta get a job, gotta get money, gotta get into school...I can't take much more of this.

I was hoping to get home from rehearsal and relax a little bit. Everyone would be awake and maybe cleaning a little. Nope.

It was all I could do to not scream as I slammed my fists into the walls and fridge. And it's all I can do not to cry in rage. Barely.

I'm going to sleep.