itunes: broken strings by james morrison & nelly furtado

I thought last night would have changed things, but seems like it's worse.

Every dinner just makes me want to finish my food as fast as I can so that I can hide back in my room again. It's not supposed to be this way. It feels as if it's best if I stay away as much as I can. Out of the house is becoming my comfort zone instead.

What's happening?


the truth hurts, and lies worse.