(via fragileminded)
I’m about to lose it. I have no TV, and I have to share a bed and room with my sister. I have no personal space or a place to just chill the fuck out. I’m about to flip my shit so hard. I’m so stressed and anxious and just everything is too much to fucking handle. I need my space, how I like it. Everything in my room was how I wanted it for optimal chill out. My OCD is off the charts right now. I seriously just want to blow my brains out. I fucking hate moving and I will never move again in my life.
I’m alive. Packing like a mother fucker.