Apparently if you’re super depressed your family will just feed the sadness out of you.
I have had so much schnitzel today it makes up for my Easter ham supper.
I have a big fat belly but I don’t mind.
I have a big fat belly but my boyfriend still loves me.
I sit down to do my work and then I’m like “WHY WOULD I EVER?????”
Next year is going to be interesting. I wish I was done.
I know it’s selfish of me.
I really just want to be alone in my bedroom. This is the only time I get to sleep uninterrupted with the sound of the water trickling, the spring peepers, my cat purring, in my favourite dark room. And I am walking on egg shells trying to not wake up my niece while she sleeps on a mattress in my room.
I’m so selfish and I hate that. But I just want to be alone in my room and sleep in peace. I don’t want to be yelled at and blamed for things I didn’t do, I’m 22 - not a teenager anymore. I have rational thought and my feelings are justified.
It’s so frustrating.