For some idiotic reason I thought moving back in with my mom would make everything feel better. I thought I would feel safer, maybe less anxious or something. I feel less irritated that is for sure, but way shittier for other reasons, like I'm pushing 30 and living with my mom.
I haven't been to work yet and I'm already ready for the weekend. I just keep telling myself only 5 more days until the weekend. I may just sleep through Saturday and Sunday.
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