I knew they wanted me to cut the yard, clean my room, and do all these other little things but honestly I could never bring myself to even get out of bed, let alone interact with the world around me. I've always felt heavy, like everything is just constantly pulling me down, but that day I just let it win. I knew I would be yelled at and punished but so what, I don't care anymore, I don't care about anything especially whatever the hell other people want me to do, it felt wrong but in the best way. Why do anything at all? I watched the clock from my bed as time slowly ticked away, knowing with every passing second I was a little closer to whatever punishment came next. But when they arrived home, they didn't care for once. I was almost relieved but I just felt more heavy.