I don't know. I don't want hugs. I would like to say that I want help, but I don't think there's much that would help aside from being able to just sit at home for a while, which I can't do, not only because I am at work but also because my mum's crazy this morning has resulted in me feeling like I'm not allowed to be in my flat any more.
Does anyone just...want my stuff? If I got rid of all my things I could just live in a cupboard somewhere or something and then maybe my parents would shut up, ever, about how much they resent giving me somewhere to live. I don't want to have to live somewhere, for god's fucking sake, it's them that kept whining on about how they didn't want me to die until I felt so fucking guilty that I did what they wanted.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Not at my most sane, either. Sorry guys.
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