i live with my abusers (my family). i feel like whenever i get pissed off by their obnoxius tendencies, i’m becoming them by getting pissed off by other people’s tendencies if that makes sense. they consume me. i would have hope when i’m alone in my room finding answers and reassurance from knowledge on immigration so i can finally escape them and then when i have to do my business downstairs and hear them, i get pissed off because they’re ruining my hope that i worked hard for as i have been feeling hopelessness for a long time.