Wrote it for the ones that want to get away...

I've been so tired lately. It feels like I've entered a place out of time, almost a different world, a world where everything revolves around her.
I hate her. I hate her so much. Just hearing her voice in the next room over makes me want to smash things and break things and hide under my blankets and I hate it. I hate how spoiled she is and how it seems like all Mom ever cares about it her, and I know I've been difficult and I know we haven't always gotten along but it's like I barely exist anymore, and I know it's stupid to act as though I care. I mean, if she'd leave me alone everything would be so much easier. I'd still be at home and safe? if she hadn't dragged us here.
I don't really care, but I still hate her. I hate both of them.
Mom's fever broke yesterday.