I’m fucked. I can’t drink decaf fast enough to feel good. I can drink it fast enough, but I can’t make it fast enough, because I live with my parents.
I feel miserable, because i live with my parents.
Dad is watching stuff about aliens downstairs. He has schizophrenia. He says he is an alien sometimes.
Mom has to sleep for work.
I am trying to work on a short story but I don’t know if I can.
I worked a few hours today. Wow. I’m so weak.
Brother the middle works like 10 hours a day.
Time to relax–only the tension button stays on. There is no relax. I literally can’t relax. I am so fucked. Because I am really tense and I do need to relax. But I can’t. So I’m fucked.
I’m also really angry because of all of this, and I have no way to release it. So that feels fucking horrible too.
I’m so fucked.