What's Bothering You?

i had a weird creepy guy flirt with me at my work place. Magement told me to go home early, security escorted me out. But im still on edge about it, security told me he wasnt out there that mall security escorted him away by car. I wish i had someone to talk to about it. I already told my parents, but im still creeped out.. my managers felt bad for me, and made sure I was safe to go. But that was scary... Im gonna have a hard time sleeping tonight.
 
I feel like I'm just surviving at this point. Going through every day is exhausting, and I'm not sure how much more I can handle. I'm this close to just... Giving up on myself, because I feel like I'm not going forward in life no matter what I do. I'm scared that I'll reach a point of no return, but it's probably for the better.
 
I am just so tired of living in this house. I hate it so much when my parents decide to have a fire in the backyard because the smoke can reach the house and apparently I am really sensitive to air particles to the point I can "taste" them before actually having any allergic reactions. I get super uncomfortable around things like candles and air fresheners and nobody gets it. I haven't actually been around candles for a few years but my mom overuses air freshener to the point it can't be good for anyone's health.
I'm mostly just writing this because I wasn't expecting to be dealing with another one of their stupid fires tonight and I am suddenly stressed. We actually have rain predicted? I don't know why they picked tonight or why they are obsessed with sitting around a fire but I wish I didn't live with them or at least not in a house that's falling apart since they're just going to do this on whatever random cold nights they possibly can. My mouth and throat are already uncomfortable and I can guess why..
 
I wish I had enough tbt to buy the bee plush collectible because I missed out on getting it 🥺 ~ and no I would never sell it

I do really need cheering up because I’ve been through a lot ~ me and mum have been to see Grandad a lot and nan even though she’s still in hospital and I don’t know when she’ll be out again…
 
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I desperately need to get out of this house, but even $600/mo rent is like half of my monthly income so I don't think I could even afford that. I think the only way I'll be able to move out is if I start working full time, and I'm supposed to move up to full time in college next semester so I'm not sure if I can handle that. plus, the managers at my library have become increasingly strict and I honestly have a grievance against them. I get the impression that, even if our levy passes and they start hiring more positions, they still wouldn't let me move up to full time.

I don't know what to do 🫠
 
I broke my can opener trying to open a tin of chickpeas. I had to use a spoon to lift the rest of the lid off enough to get them out.

I think this is only the second or third time I've used it? It was a gag gift—in a local group I used to run I'd often bake/cook on video calls and had a reputation for opening tins in a dangerous and unconventional way, then when we bought our current home and had a house-warming party the consensus the group came to was they should get me a can opener—but I'd hoped it would have been studier!
 
Been reflecting on my family situation, and over time I've come to feel like I was kind of forced into not caring about them, as kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Without getting into uncomfortable details, there's been a lot of dysfunction, abuse, and divorce in my immediate family, and I fully cut my mother out of my life more than a decade ago to protect myself. It unfortunately meant not being able to speak to most of my younger siblings due to them living with her, which gave my mother an opportunity to turn them against me by telling them that I left because I hate them all. I had one other sibling that I could interact with, as all of my siblings are half-siblings and one of them is only connected via our long-deceased father, but due to other circumstances that kept us apart, this sibling also concluded that I don't want anything to do with them, even though much of the period of time where we were apart had me barely keeping my head above the water.

I certainly didn't aim to be the black sheep of the family or anything, because even if I've largely come to terms with it, it does suck being in the minority of people that really doesn't have family to turn to when I'm lonely or just need the support. Despite the extremely negative circumstances I did try at various points to be a good daughter, to be a good sibling, but if I'm being painted as uncaring anyway? I guess there's no reason not to detach and focus on myself, then. So, I guess they won. I don't have any more care to give.
 
I broke my can opener trying to open a tin of chickpeas. I had to use a spoon to lift the rest of the lid off enough to get them out.

I think this is only the second or third time I've used it? It was a gag gift—in a local group I used to run I'd often bake/cook on video calls and had a reputation for opening tins in a dangerous and unconventional way, then when we bought our current home and had a house-warming party the consensus the group came to was they should get me a can opener—but I'd hoped it would have been studier!

Was it a manual can opener? I have this exact electric can opener, and it seems weird to gush about a can opener, but even if I rarely need to open a can, for the counter space it takes up (almost none), the cost (not very much), and the ease of using it (it's magnetic - you don't even need to hold the can while it opens), I kind of love it. I've had it all of my adult life, and my parents had the same one for as much of my childhood as I can remember. It just doesn't break!

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Of course you could always go back to opening cans unconventionally (but safely!), though I have no idea what that would look like?? 😂
 
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