So it's lunch time and so far i've eaten two biscuits. This is both too much and too little. Exactly what it is, is a waste of my time and calories. My mother is the first to point out that i've put on weight but she bought me a huge box of biscuits - you know the onles from Ikea? I would go check how much in weight but i'll just eat more biscuits. Sometimes i think she does shit like this to make herself feel better because she's been on a diet since the day i was born (eating half a buguette with various soft cheeses when you get in from work is going to kill and diet plan)
What i need to eat is a meal. Food to nourish my body! I'm not expecting much from the fridge i hate living with so many people and having someone else do the shopping. I have no control over anything. Every day i dream about what it would be like to have my own place, my own space - own fridge, couch, sink, shower - a place where i can relax, i'm always so on edge here, everything is a mess, i have so many books that i cant get rid of, the printer is in my room, so much stuff in my tiny room. A few weeks ago i bought some cushions for my apartment, to go on my light grey couch (neither of which exist)
I'm sick of falling over stuff all the time, of wishing i could be somewhere else. I can't study today because my mum is here and keeps driving me mad and letting the dog out, making him bark and now i gotta go find a way to get him back in the living room because i'm expecting a delivery. My neck is killing and i barely slept but i daren't get back in bed cos she'll throw a fit. You'd think form this post that i was 14 years old and pissed off with puberty but i'm 24. Yeah i can't believe it either - this is what happens when you forget to live your life.
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