What's Bothering You?

I’m not doing great today. I’m just feeling really tired in so many ways. I’m unsettled still about something that happened a couple months ago; I wish something could be done about it. I did finally decide on the rest of the Christmas gifts that I will be getting (will be getting the stuff that we didn’t order online soon), but I’m honestly not satisfied. I still can’t get my mind focused on Christmas or mood aside from here. I’m still hurting so much about something that happened last year; Christmas has always been hard for me at least the last several years, but this year is even harder. I’m trying my best to keep my depression away.

I’m worried about my connection for hide and seek tonight.

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It’s sad to think that I was never close with my mom and was never able to coexist with her until now. I really dislike the people she hangs out with and she tries to attribute it to jealousy or the fact that she likes these people more than my father, but it’s really just the fact that these people she hangs with are just terrible people.

The one person she calls her best friend has hit her on multiple occasions and even embarrassed her in public multiple times, getting a little too drunk to function in public and cutting the line at a ticketed event.

I didn’t realize this inability to coexist with her in the same house because up until that point, I had always lived with my dad. I feel bad because she always tries to be nice to me and even takes me on vacation each year, but I can’t be around these people she calls her friends.

She got upset with me on a few occasions about this, telling me that I’m being ungrateful and that I should let her hang out with whoever she wants in the house she pays for. She tells me that I’m not giving her friend a chance, even though he had asked me to strip on multiple occasions. He said he was joking, but this makes me uncomfortable, especially since he makes comments on my body despite my lack of reciprocation. He also deadnames me, and calls me an ******* for not accepting the name I was given at birth. My mom defends this by saying “he isn’t calling you (insert deadname), he’s just saying it.”

I truthfully feel that she has more respect for this guy than her child, and that’s what’s upsetting.

Edit: I am temporarily with my grandma and my dad until he finds a place for himself. She deadnames me on the daily, but it’s easy to ignore. Just annoying at times.
 
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Have you ever gotten a random feeling out of nowhere that something bad might have just happened to someone you love, like a random thought that appears suddenly with no evidence to back it up, only to check in on them on a break just a bit later to find out that something bad did in fact just happen to them? How I wish so badly that I could be there for them in person to help them through these challenging times, unfortunately I live nowhere near them...
 
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NSO is going to let people get this icon of Kieran in a week and I really want to subscribe to NSO again and get it because I missed out last year, but my dad hides my Switch from Mon-Fri or until my homework is completely finished (which recently took over a month because of my procrastination) so there's zero chance I'll get it any time soon. It's also around the same day as my first day of finals, which makes things worse. ;-;

I got it back yesterday and since I was taking a break from it I was hoping dad would understand and let me keep it, but when I told him about me not using it he wouldn't listen. I might as well give up on video game consoles and not ask him to give it back anyway since I already have Pocket Camp Complete and better hobbies like drawing than playing on a stupid console for hours. Think of how rotten my brain would've become had he not saved the day. (half sarcasm)
 
… broooo. So, my new job is very easy on me mentally (for some odd reason, but let’s keep it that way). However, it is SO hard on me physically. I only worked 5 hours today but about 2 hours in, my feet were hurting so bad I was so nauseated from how much pain I was in. I know it’s probably because I wear Vans MTEs to work, but that’s all I have ;w;
And I have gained a bit of weight since I quit my last job, so maybe it’s the fact my shoes aren’t that good, and that I’m a little heavier than normal. And I haven’t worked since early March. Ugh. My feet hurt so bad :’)
 
My dad's in the hospital with congestive heart failure. He's been there for a week and the doctor says he needs to stay another week. His whole body is so swollen with fluid. I had been begging him for weeks to go to the doctor and he finally caved and called the non-urgent number and they told him to get his butt to the hospital. Unfortunately this means my mom has to go to a long term care home cause I cannot care for her without my dad's assistance. Also I'm watching over their dogs for them until things get sorted out and their one dog Winston went into medical distress on the weekend so he had to be put down. I couldn't even ask my parents permission first cause the dog couldn't wait. It's been a terrible week.
 
Parents really know how to ruin my mood.

Gonna try to keep it short but basically I was tryin to clean my disaster of a pig-sty room so I was putting stuff in the living room, which I asked and the one parent said it was fine, but now the other is saying 'your next day off of work isn't until Thursday it's not staying here till Thursday' so he wanted me to get it out of the living room and back in my room. The problem is that when I put it back in my room I don't have the space to get to the rest of my room to clean it out and put the stuff I want to keep on the shelf or behind the couch, which is harder to clean out cause it's farther in the room. I was taking the stuff out closer to the door so I could make space to push the couch out of the way, to get access behind it, to clean it and the shelf cause the shelf is also kind behind the couch, clean those areas, then put the stuff I want to keep there now that it's clean. But I can't do that cause now the stuff is back in my room. So I don't have enough space to get back there.

So then ofcourse like the stupid sensitive person I am I stress-cry about it cause my room stresses me out cause it's always a mess but I hardly ever have the time or motivation to clean it cause I'm tired from my job or I don't have motivation to do it or both. I finally had both today and I was finally making progress, I was finally glad at myself for finally doing it, then my parents had to come along and ruin it. I wanted to get it done before my birthday (not that it would take me over a month to clean it, maybe a week cause I want to vacuum, swift, dust, organize, hang stuff up, my desk area is another beast, do more then clean kinda) but now I'm giving up. I don't want to do it anymore even thou it stresses me out.

Later my mom gets mad at me for crying over it and wants to tell me 'he wasn't telling you to get it out of the living room today' which he literally was. He said it's not staying there till Thursday and me tryin to explain it 'sounds like a you problem' so he wanted me to get it out now. Then she tries to tell me that I can keep it in the living room during the day but at night 'tidy it up' which like, id*k what that's supposed to mean. I can't 'tidy' it up, there's nothing to tidy up it's all in a bin anyway. If I bring it back in my room then it's in the way. I tried to explain to her that the area I want to put my keeping stuff is where all the stuff I want to get rid of is but she doesn't get it.

I wanted to go furniture and room decor shopping for my birthday after finally getting rid of the clutter but it's just not happening anymore. I give up. I'm probably not gonna do anythin for my birthday now cause that's the thing I wanted to do. Now I don't want to do anythin cause it's just gonna add to the clutter that was supposed to be cleaned out by then. I'm gonna be stuck having a dirty room that stresses me out along with all the other things that stress me out then they're just gonna get mad at me for being stressed out and crying cause I don't know how to cope with stress in a good way ig so I just cry about it then I feel like **** cause crying doesn't do any good anyway. It all sounds so ****in childish even thou I'm an adult but I can't get my **** together enough to clean my stupid ****in room.
 
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