Not feeling good these days, have a vague fear of coming to the house where I live. House, not home, it's not my home, not even my house.
My aunt mad at me for bringing home a table for my workplace/study corner, stating that it's her house I don't have any right to just bring home stuffs and place them around, while no one uses the living room and there's plenty of space there. And I would be mad at if I use the dining table, because they don't want to see "stuffs" (= my art supplies, laptop, books) on the table.
My dad shooed me away when I use the dining table last night, when I tried to get some wifi signal, he questioned me why would I