It's not that I don't enjoy being at home. It's just that they can't understand what I want to say or what I am saying. Perhaps it's generation gap, or purely we think differently or we're at different phases of life. And sometimes they're ain't there to see how I struggle with things emotionally. How it keeps breaking and falling apart, and I would just take the broken pieces and mend it again. If I were to accept such a life, why am I fighting so hard for? This is what he didn't see.