Love? don't read this one

It's hard to be given a prompt. You know why? Cause I can't just magically make my brain feel different than it does right now. I am having a hard time talking about tenderness because my parents are yelling at each other downstairs and I can't figure out why love fades. I can't understand how relationships are so difficult and how the devil gets into our hearts and we get mean. I can't figure it out. I can't figure out my math assignments at school and I cannot keep anybody happy cause I don't enough damned time to. I can't figure out why I am the most tender person who has the most scratchy entrances. I don't want to write about this tonight. I'll come back later.