Pointless Thing to Think

I hate this city.
I hate my house and my parents.
I hate it when my parents get angry at me too.
And hate it even more when they get angry when they aren't working.
I had enough.
Everything should just break.
That's what I thought everyday...

Let's make a promise then.
We won't go anywhere by ourselves anymore.
When one of us has to go somewhere, well tell the others wheres well be heading.
Our homes are in the same direction, so I just think it's fate.
Let's go as far as we can together.

What a pointless promise...