// looks like my bad luck strikes again. today’s been riddled with anxiety and jokes in poor taste.
in short, my parents and i got into a conversation about me moving out. well, my parents don’t seem to think their jokes are in poor taste, but i did.
the plan right now is for me to move out of my mom’s and into my dad’s temporarily. i wouldn’t be charged rent or anything of the sort. but it means i’d have to leave behind all my belongings aside from my clothes, possibly a dresser, and my laptop/drawing equipment. oh, and of course, my cat.
their joke, while knowing this fact, was to say, “oh, we’ll have a real big garage sale!” and the first thing that went through my head was “NO???” -- i got momentarily panicked over this, even though i knew full well they wouldn’t do anything of the sort.
well, i got real upset, they yelled at me for taking their joke too seriously, made me feel like complete garbage and i wound up crying for an hour, eventually having a panic attack and finally calming down to my cat purring.
bottom line is: i have a lot of stuff. i collect stuff, and a lot of it has a crapload of value to me. i wouldn’t have paid for it otherwise.
the mere thought of them selling it was enough to send me into a frenzy and... i’m still having issues keeping calm.
this entire week’s been me on edge, stressed beyond belief. i think it might be time for me to hit the hay for now. i’m sorry i’ve been so slow on here. i promise, it’s not the muses having issues, it’s me being overwhelmed with life and crap.
might be time to take a vacation from the internet, to relax a little and try to find something else to do with my time for a bit. we’ll see about it...
thanks everyone for being so patient with me. ;w;










