wah wah
I am lying on a mattress on my living room floor right now. this is because I destroyed my back over Christmas, and sitting/standing/walking/going up stairs hurts. I was supposed to work yesterday and today and tomorrow but the chiropractor I went to yesterday said I shouldn't.
Rob and I are supposed to move on Wednesday but I'm not packed and I can't pack because the chiropractor said I can't (plus it would hurt too much).
I hate my (non-Rob) housemate so much. last night she came home and slammed the door and aggressively said, "is there a REASON why you've moved into the living room?" as though I'm doing this to make her life worse. does she think I want to lie here and listen to her shitty music blasting from the kitchen and listen to her yell at my cats when they eat the food she left on the counter and left the room and listen to her go "ughh" loudly when she comes home and realized Rob and I are here? I know that I should chill out and stop being anxious because it's bad for my back, but I can't stop being anxious when I live with a person who is so full of unfounded hate for me.
someone else wanna live my life for me for a while?