Grounded? Again? Why? For what reason? What did I screw up now? Is it because I finally have a life? A life that I enjoy. A life that makes me feel as though I mean something. At least I now know that I mean something to people. I know I mean nothing here. How do I know? Because the only words I hear from you are: dishes laundry vacuum dog bathroom mop. Ocassionaly I may hear the word love from you. Very rarely. Not as often as the other words. Sometimes, like now, I actually think I hate you. But hate is such a strong word. Too strong. And I know that I don't hate you. But someday... someday you may see what you are doing. And how much it is hurting me, almost pushing me away.
