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It's amazing how one conversation with your parents can turn a day from "oh, hey, it's a decent day, I'm heading out the door to go to a friend's party because she's moving for a job and I want to say goodbye" into "I hate my life and I'm such a giant fuckup and I have no money and I can't afford this and I'm never going to be able to make ends meet but no way in hell am I ever moving back home because that *will* make me go crazy and now I don't even want to go to this party that I was so excited to go to because now I feel like I gigantic pile of shit who can't figure her life out."
One five-minute phone conversation should not be able to do that. And they wonder why I don't want to move back home? At this point, the three hours a day commuting would be absolutely and completely irrelevant. I simply can't stand being belittled and made to feel worthless and never having any privacy. I won't do it. I'd rather live in a box than move back home.
One five-minute phone conversation should not be able to do that. And they wonder why I don't want to move back home? At this point, the three hours a day commuting would be absolutely and completely irrelevant. I simply can't stand being belittled and made to feel worthless and never having any privacy. I won't do it. I'd rather live in a box than move back home.