Isn't home supposed to be the place where you can feel
Safe,
Loved,
Like no one's going to betray you?

The looks I get from my dad when he asks:
"Are you sure you only want one bun?"
And I always say yes.
Those judging looks I get for eating only one.
But guess what.
I only ate one sandwich today and
Look who's still complaining perfectly alive.
But what also bothers me
A little bit,
Is when my mom is on calls with her bestie or some relative,
She tells them everything.
Even the fact that I'm getting a therapist.
Which bothers me because I don't want the whole world to know that.
It sounds ironic, I'm writing it in here.
But that's not the point.
I can barely accept the thought that my parents will know what's wrong with me.

I shouldn't stay up late.
I know I shouldn't but I'm addicted to the night, when everyone's sleeping, it's all quiet and I get to be myself again.
It was a wrong choice to do so.
Yesterday, around 10 pm,
I heard my mom say things about me to my dad.
Especially studies and that I'm not practicing, I'm in my room all day and I have my phone in my hand.
And she was talking...