I think death is a form of peace, I’m mentally stressed, sick and tired of everything. I can’t be facing pressures and trying to maintain my sanity outside and I will get home to be facing things that will be disturbing my sanity; my dad complains about everything, it’s as if, if he has not complained or see something to attack you on, his day is not complete. If gas finish for house na problem, if you move to the left wahala ni. Your mental health doesn’t concern him, he is not even someone I can sit down and explain stuff I’m going through to him. Oga o, I wish I can just disappear from that house