Dear Comfy Little Corner I Found,

Thank you for existing. Thank you for rescuing me from the hell that has become my home.

Why are things so difficult right now? I ask for simple, easy things, but they turn into huge overblown arguments where logic gets thrown to the dogs in favor of some meatier selfishness. I understand that everyone in my home is over worked, stressed, and ready to burst....but if we're all that way, why don't we just work on it?

Yes mother, you work 10 hour days. Believe me I do my best to stay out of your way.
Yes father, you don't have patience. Yes father you have a temper. Unfortunately father, I have that same temper. I've told you time and again, the angrier you get at me, the more sarcastic I become because I refuse to break down sobbing every time you raise your voice to unhealthy decibel levels. And I know, the more sarcastic I get the angrier you get. Vicious cycle, let's break it shall we? Just don't yell.
Yes Brenna, I don't like you. I never have. As to why I don't show you respect, you haven't earned it. Quit being difficult. I do more for you than you have ever done for me. I watch out for you, I spoke with your teachers to undermine your bully, and I don't complain about it. I simply do it due to my sense of duty. You are a blood relation to me. I don't like you, but I watch out for you, just like I would for anyone who asks.

I think you and I have a good relationship little corner. You isolate me. The silence is wonderful. In your silence, I find my peace.