Series of unfortunate events with me. As usual. What's more notable is that I finally allowed for my swelling frustrations to explode last night around 11ish because I'm tired of feeling like I'm stuck in the mud and I shouldn't be so giving. Room was steadily flooding with the leaving and exiting of my mother and brother concerned or thinking I was becoming a looney and they were surprised that I was busying myself with OCD cleaning while crying rather than wanting to sit down and talk. I felt like if I did, I would be shaking like a psychiatric patient overdosed on drugs. Thankfully crying helps balance hormonal levels, so today I'm all ": D." Problems not really solved, but I need to stop thinking about the future. I really do. I need to add more process in my life than project.
