i’m never leaving this room again.
not while she’s home, not while she’s awake, not ever except to leave in september, for work, to eat. i am never leaving this room again because if i don’t, she can’t make me move. i hate her so much, my mother. i hate her because she hurts me and she expects me to be excited for something i didn’t even want. she expects me to be happy for her when my entire life is falling apart.
well, thanks mom. now that you’ve taken away the only place that’s ever felt like home, my life is complete. fuck you. i hate you. i’m going to leave this place and never come back.
i have never cried so hard so fast my entire life, or shaken this much. i am so angry right now, and hurt. i can’t believe she would do this to me. i’m not saying my mom doesn’t deserve to be happy - she does, but she didn’t even take my fucking feelings into consideration when she decided to move to the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
i really am never leaving this room again. fuck my actual life. hard.
