House. Not Home

I don’t feel at home when I’m in my house.

 

It’s not a new feeling, but I haven’t been feeling this for quite a while now, and that makes it odd.
Everyone seems like they’re running away.
My sisters don’t want to get out from their room when dad’s already home.
Dad comes home late most of the time, and is gone on the weekends.
Mom is always on the phone.
Me here in front of the laptop thinking about what I should do but don’t actually want to.

 

It’s… weird. To be feeling this after all this time. I feel like I’m running with no direction at all.