My day has been one big neurotic break down since my housemates left and I came out of my room. This is bad because I've devolved to yelling at a cat, screaming at no one in the garage, and throwing things while yelling about how messy my housemates are. I'm a little worried I'm approaching my breaking point.
I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. I hate it here. Not here: the city I'm in. I love it. But here: my house. It has become a penitentiary to me.
I want out! But I don't want to move back in with my parents. I want to stay in the area. Just not the house.
...I think I'm going to go throw more things...
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