I’m So Stressed - Blog Posts

It happened a lot sooner than expected, but the move is officially done.

A ramble beneath the cut.

The movers are braving the storm, and I have to go through all the stuff in my room before I unpack to throw away unneeded things. Again.

I guess “officially” isn’t correct at this exact moment. But it will be done today.

The only thing we need to clear off is the table holding the microwave! The movers are taking all the big furniture, and we’re handing the very small stuff.

This is more of a 2:40 AM ramble because I’m too AHHHH to go to bed, and they’ll be here at 8. And I have to take my computer apart, so I guess two things left to clear.

Regardless. I’m still the most depressed I’ve ever been in my entire life, but I managed to pack, move, and work this whole week.

Here’s hoping I can wake up early enough and also that the storm isn’t actually that bad tomorrow so I can get a mattress bag that I forgot to get earlier today LIKE A FOOL

So stressed about that state of this country right now I started drawing FAN ART….. I CANT DRAW.

I’m just done with my parents. There was some stuff on the floor they kept telling me to move but I didn’t because I wasn’t in the right frame of mind and got overly stressed and emotional when told to. Multiple times I ended in tears and a full emotional breakdown because of it. Anyway I finally cleared it today and there was this giant pillow (the donut ones from the pleasure beach) that my mum had previously said I could put on the bed in the spare room. So I put the donut on the bed. Hours later my mum sees it and goes mental because it was on the side of the bed that could be seen from the doorway and it looked a mess. We always keep that door closed anyway to keep the dog out so it really didn’t matter. So she moves it to the other side of the bed then my dad come in and throws a paddy cause it’s on the bed at all and makes me put it under the bed cause this one item messed up the entire room that no one gos in. This one pillow being on the bed apparently looked that bad that it couldn’t be seen dispite me being the only one who uses that room. Then my mum looks in the cloth wardrobe at the end of the room (that looked ridiculous but No one minds that ruins the room) which we use as an over flow for clothes and stuff and I had a load of bags at the top, she then went mental cause it was a mess when again it’s not visible, I’m the only one it bothers and it wasn’t a mess at all. But It wasn’t even a compulsive thing cause my mum has stess and anxiety and my dad has mild autism. That’s it. I have more mental health issues than both of them combined, not that it ever gets acknowledged. And neither of them has ever done anything like this before. They stress me out so much for literally no reason. I can’t wait till I can move out, then I might actually have the mental strength to get out of bed. Things like this happen all the time but I can’t call them out on it cause them I get yelled at for “disrespect” and “talking back”.