It's getting to a point where something has to give.
A while ago I had a realisation that I actually like my life, except for my living conditions. It's impossible to live here, with her. I can't take being blamed for things that aren't my fault, having small things be blown out of proportion, have my own computer being taken up for hours and hours and then be made to feel guilty for wanting it back. The amount of times she gets angry at me for not doing what she doesn't ask me to do...
I don't know what to do.
This makes me feel like I have nowhere to go, no home, nowhere I can just... exist.
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