My parents casually threw me into a recreational program in order for me to get my shit together, because of course they’d dump all their problems on someone else.

I arrived at the house awhile ago and had been unpacking my things for awhile now. I don’t even know the people that will be taking care of me, but I didn’t care to learn. I just wanted be ‘rehabilitated’ then leave. I jumped when I heard the door open. The people said they did have a kid.

“God, knock next time.”