If you're coming down to rescue me, now would be perfect

Yesterday evening and this morning i spend at my aunt's house, quitely reading my book in a corner but my thoughts were somewhere else. Everyone thinks i'm doing great, and i'm doing everything to affirm their thoughts about me. Happy, cheerful, laughing, anything they want, i'll give it to them, this is how they see me, this is how they like me... i guess.

Stupid scenes in this house... angry faces because i ordered new contact lenses... ("they cost a 300 € each year, girl, do you work for them? You should pay for them youself, don't you think?") ... sigh... why all this trouble... so many scenes... stupid things, not worth fighting about... but why do they get so upset for these stupid things... i can't understand, and i'm really trying...

i'm looking out of the window all day, and i dream away, i run away in my dreams, away from it all, but i'm just too weak, too dependent... i wanna be independent... i can't take this anymore...

i can't handle it anymore, i can't stand this pressure... so much pain in my chest, so much tears i want to cry, so much words i want to scream... i can't handle it anymore...