A lot of shit. And I mean it; shit. I really don't want to talk about it.

But I might end up going to a homeless shelter if my parents keep pulling this bullshit on me. (They're jeopardizing my health by intentionally inflicting emotional distress on me. Stress and anxiety make me sick and cause me to have panic attacks which make me have to go to the hospital.)

Anyways, I don't really want to talk about it much right now. I just want to scream into a pillow, but if I do that they'll wake up and then they'll start screaming at me again.