this house is killing me

i wonder why i hate this house.
i dont think my dad is the problem.
or the constant fights that go on when im around.
or the sleepless nights that tick away at my sanity.
why do i hate this house?
is it the lack of insulation?
or the lack of comfort
or the lack of love?
is it the drama in the past stopping me from opening up to my family?
i think im the problem.
i shouldnt hate the house.
but then again
its easier
than hating myself...