Things We'll Need

1. A bed and sheets for that bed

2. Resources

I ate too much apple pie for breakfast and now my stomach feels like lead and I really should go get some exercise because of my caloric intake but my belly hurts

The money'$ good

My friends are good

My partner is good

*all of these things are more than good

So lately I've been super preoccupied with 'This time last year...' thoughts/memories/whatevers.

IT'S WEIRD because all of it is bad bad bad and in a few months it will be this time last year WORST times. Am I making sense?

Anyway, it's stressing me out. Maybe fall is just a bad time for me? I can't wait for it to be positive memories of 'this time a year ago.' Umm yeah I have nothing else to say about this subject but I'm feeling more than I can put into words I guess.

Yeah I feel like shit.

It will be nice when I can move out and not have to listen to my 24 year old sibling arguing. All.the.fucking.time.

This weekend my amazing partner gave me an amazing haircut! WHEEEE!!!!

Last night I didn't have to sleep alone, and when I woke up I got a surprise breakfast.

Hopefully my health is in good order and then I will have a life that is the most charmed.

HEY JOSH

This day fucking blows

So the real reason my mom made me cry is because she is suddenly behaving as if we are in a 'who works hardest' competition. MEAN. Jeese, woman!

Sometimes I really cannot fathom what more these really bad ROOMMATES want from me. For fuck's sake people. I got the full time job, I'm on my feet as many hours as you are sitting down, plus I have to deal with living in your communist bootcamp (where somehow I am the only one who does dishes anymore...idgi.)

The hot dog debate did have something to do with it, because my mom made up a lie about how I criticize what everyone in the house eats. They all wonder why losing weight is difficult for them- IDGI.

Anyway, it is beyond clear that I am ready to move out because even when these people aren't total shit heads (rare) I want OUT out out

Something bit me in the night. GET OUT OF MY BED EW

What makes it so impossible to live at home past a certain point? What's different in other cultures, outside of the entire culture, that makes it a reasonable situation to have multiple generations of families living under one roof?

My grandmother could never stand for that, still being resentful of her mixed-race granddaughters. I couldn't stand for that. And the people who do are considered weirdos.

Is our culture doing something wrong or is there no right way? Do we have a culture anyway

The love that we see parents giving their newborn children doesn't seem to extend past the age of like...2.

2 years old, the 'terribles,' when kids act less subordinate and more like themselves. That's all it takes?

What the fuck is up with that?

I think I'm going to love my job

I've been working out and working consistently for about two weeks now. Energy levels are high and my body feels great.

WOOHOO.

$$$$

HEY EVERYONE IT'S BEEN FOREVER. I've been watching a lot of reality TV and exercising. Life is good!

Unsure and rocky in emotions

My fucking parents are literally trying to forbid me to cut my hair off because of the new job I am starting. "Then they aren't getting what they hired." FUCK you people.

They obviously are not in the mood to communicate with me in a civil manner .

I sincerely do not appreciate being told what I can and cannot do with my body. I am 22 years old, I am an adult, I make my own decisions.

If they are against something I wish to do they should approach me as if I am a 22 year old adult, because I am.

I am the one who earned the job position I am starting, not anyone else. Therefore, I will do as I wish concerning that job. Their way of dealing with it is to gang up on me like I'm 15 and give two fucking shits about their opinions.

Instead of saying 'hello' to me when I walked in the door, the first thing they both did was yell at me. This is exactly the type of behavior I can't stand, something I thought we already talked about and made clear.

Two words mom and dad: suck it

It's only been 4 months since graduation and I've already lost sight of the person I told myself I wanted to be. My identity is slipping away, and I'm too overwhelmed and afraid to face it. So I don't face it, and I don't do anything about it.

4 months since graduation and I'm already one of 'those people.'