Are you relaxing at least?

My dad asked me that question the other day... as if this purgatory at home could rejuvenate me. He wants me to be happy, I understand. But I am 23, adventurous and bored. Home is not relaxing, a month backpacking is relaxing. Home is not restful, it is tedious and offers no personal space. Home is the never-ending HowAreYou and the passive aggressive questions and glances that my parents use to figure out if I have been feeling okay.

It's like being chained, I feel trapped, desperately unhappy. I can't let myself think about it or I'll cry. I feel like I am slowly being whittled away, like this place is destroying me. I am not healthy enough to handle "home" gracefully - it's too exhausting. Everyday, every question, every moment being with someone else. Leave me alone.

I want to call it quits. I can't be here any longer. I feel like I am fucking crazy. Someone get me out. Now.