Today is the second snow day and I’m about to go stir crazy.

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Today is the second snow day and I’m about to go stir crazy.
How do you expect me to pay for shit if I don’t have a job??? Not because I don’t work but because you wont let me....What am I supposed to do....? Rob a bank? Do you want me to shit cash? Oh I know maybe I’ll go follow the fucking rainbow to the pot of mutherfucking gold.
I don't want to be involved
in people's problems with one another. I do not exercise a special kind of control over my boyfriend merely because he is my partner. If he wants to do something, he will do it. I am tired of having certain people try to get me to somehow make him or stop him from doing things or butt their noses into our personal business. If he plays drums, that is his choice. I do not care about the random woman up the road trying to sell her house. His drums are loud but not that loud. I cannot physically stop him from playing and neither am I much inclined too. I cannot indulge your paranoia's or extreme boredom (which turns into unnecessary worry) and talk to you about obscure issues you have created in your mind for hours. I have shit to do. I have a life. I have ways to amuse myself and I want to do those things in peace. I cannot wait to move out of this house. I need to move out of this house.
I am not interested in getting involved in between two people, do not include me in your personal dramas and do not expect sympathy and drama from me. I don't enjoy drama. I don't enjoy getting involved in people's issues. Just leave me alone.
I'm tired of living at home
i just wanna grow up already.
Move in with the love of my life.
Wake up everyday to his face.
Make him breakfast.
Go to work.
Come home and make dinner for the both of us.
Clean up together.
Go to bed together.
And do it all over the next day.
I'm so mad. Don't make plans with me and then cancel last minute. I was excited all day for nothing.
What the actual fuck. You complain if I'm home all day on my computer, but you won't let me hangout with people.
Is it parents jobs to make you feel worthless and like complete shit? Or does that just come naturally to them? either way they're fucking assholes.