i didn't realize how much having my own room meant to me until i had to share it with my mom because of certain games she's trying to play with my dad. sure maybe i should move out if i want complete isolation, but i realized that although i may love and adore my family, i don't mind being away from them, maybe it's because they were hardly there growing up and when they did want to be there, we didn't want it. sure they support us financially, but if they want kick us out of the house, they can. we haven't done much for them to kick us out, but when we don't play by their rules, we get a slap on the hand now. nonetheless i seem like it's everything has been handed to me, not necessarily. i've had many early mornings accompanied by late nights and plenty of driving back to and from work or completely changing my day because of their work. i'm on call for their work 24/7. i clean the house which includes bathrooms and bedrooms, do laundry, and eventually i'll get to my room, which is rare. i really enjoy the time i spend alone in my room, listening to music, drawing, homework, reading, anything. it's my own personal sanctuary and i have personalized the hell out of it through the years. i feel like she's being so intrusive, but i feel terrible at the same time for feeling that way because she is the reason i have a room to sleep in in the first place, so for that i'll slap myself.
i'm not enjoying the total smack talking i'm getting from either.
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