I'm really okay. I really really am.

Mad. Mad. With the worry of the floor. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. These goddamned cats. I could... No. Not the cats. Not them I'm so filled with hatred for. So trapped in my own home. My own... No. Not mine. Someone else's. Merely trussed up like a cheap whore. Mine for just the night. Say it like I told you. Say it.

Headphones on, slippered feet, water bottle ready to punish. For being yourself, yourselves, in what you call your home. Never be yourself. Never do what you want. Don't listen to that so loud. Don't hang that with so many nails. I'll be bald in the morning. Hair fistfuls clenching at the floor.

I hate this life. I hate this life. I hate this house. I hate this place.