my parents are fighting again..

i'v locked myself in my room, and closed the door to the stairs, and i can still hear them yelling from the 1st floor.

idont even know what theyre arguing about. its probably somthing trivial that could wait until tomorow morning, instead of 12 am. its times like this when i sit down at my computer to spill my heart out to the world. why is it that we find it so much easier to talk to stangers that we dont know and will never meet, than the ppl that are right in front of us, and "want to help out" (counceler)?