It was about a month ago that we moved into this new house, and everything about it is fine, nothing’s bad about it, neighbors are nice. The reason we moved out however is because we used to live with our grandma, and for some reason my parents were furious about all of that, and my mother was all panicked and tried killing herself once. Moving was supposed to get rid of all of those thoughts from us. I can’t speak for the rest of my family, but I don’t think nothing’s changed much. I still see my parents moping around every once in a while, and every time I’m with my family, there’s just something awkward about it, like somethings going to snap sometime, and I don’t know who it will be or what will happen.