Tuesday, May 27
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Nuts [journal] It didn't take living at home long for me to not like it. There were similarities living apart and living at home. Take for example not really working, or sleeping late and waking late. But somehow the similarities are twisted realities of each other. Somehow being at home with my family warps such good things (not really working and sleeping and waking late) into horrible horrible things. I have this huge fucking stress ball inside the center of my chest. I can literally feel it crushing me. I can't even take full breaths. Simply put: living at home is crushing me.
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