Come home, start the computer, game time. Lock the boss in a combo while Mum walks around behind me in my room, talking about how I should clean it and she needs to borrow one of my pencils and whatever else she said. Loses concentration, boss jumps out of combo. I die. My gamer rage gauge just snapped. Funnily enough, I didn't say anything to Mum. I think I must have died a little on the inside.
10minutes later, I stop playing games, and while I do things on the computer I hear my parents shouting at each other outside. It makes for nice background noise. I turn on some music, but vaguely I can still make out my parents blaming each other. Perhaps if they calmed down and worked towards a solution, instead of finding fault within one another, they'd get somewhere. I'm just sayin'.
Now I'm tapping my foot restlessly, wondering why the day isn't over. I wish the night sky was lighter, so I could see things outside. The music I have on repeat is wearing on me. I wish it'd rain--- I miss hearing the sound of rain.
Maybe I should just turn to sleep.
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