The Dining Room

[morrigirl]

I hate the night.

I keep meaning to clean up my room. But whenever I go in there I just get all anxious, and confused. I don't know where to start or where to put anything. So I just stand there and stare. And then I go back into the living room and sit down. I know I have to clean because Tina is coming, and Mom's having a dinner party on Sunday. But I honestly don't know where she expects me to put everything. All the drawers are full, I don't have any shelves, the space under my bed is jammed, my closet is full, and all of her shit is piled up in the back underneath the windows so I don't even have access to half of my own room. though Mom says that since it's HER dining room, it isn't really MY room, and that she still has say over where I put everything in there. She wants me to put my stuff away, yet she won't give me any extra space to store it. She just says "Find a place." And when I tell her there is no place she says "Well what do you want me to do about it?" She won't let me use any of her closets or drawers, and she won't clean any of her stuff out of the dinging room. So I'm fuct and I'm gonna get yelled at one way or the other, and just thinking about all this makes me feel paralyzed and afraid to touch anything.

I just want to disappear. I don't know what else to do.

Comments

[afraidofliving.livejournal.com]

I think your mom and mine are identical twin sisters. Only I used to get the "Move out, move out!" bullshit routine.

If I lived over there, we could have shared an apartment or something.

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely. Although since i'm unemployed you'd basically have to support me and pay all the rent and buy all our food, and feel all the financial preassure. And then we could sit together in the dark of our apartment never going out and crying all the time. *sigh* good times, good times.

[afraidofliving.livejournal.com]

Sounds fine to me.....it'd be 1,000,000,000,000 times better than the life I have now.