poster

How do you live in a house that is static with the sound of gripping silences, filled with anger, disappointment, failure, and pain?

How do you call such a place "home" that has stifled you and given you the wrong name? What's to become of you in the suppos-ed comfort of your suppos-ed home where all you are is chained to the ideal of what a mediocre life should be,

and you, my friend, have become the poster child.