when I moved out I did so with the intention that I would be moving in with the people, so I wouldn’t be alone. but I moved in with 2 people I never see. a close friend who works nights, so I only see her in her days off when we deep clean the mess her ex left behind. and her basically-a-brother childhood friend who I don’t know and never see.
I wanted out but honestly? this is worse than my parents’ house. We still can’t use the kitchen, I have no one around me to trigger my brain into remembering I’m real and can do things, and the only place I can go outside of here to just exist is the library.
I am SO emotionally disregulated and overstimulated, oh my GOD











