Nothing makes you face your own mortality like excitedly coming home to your Crock Pot full of chili and the power is out for who knows how long...That was supposed to be 3 days worth of food...

I live in a house with 3 people over the age of 50, and every single one of them is less responsible than most 10 year olds I have met.
This place is hell. I am losing brain cells for living here...

2 months ago assault charges and a restraining order were dropped because the woman was supposed to move out. 2 months later she has settled in even more and NO ONE WILL FUCKING STOP HER.
This isn't my family or my home and everyone gets mad at me for caring so much.
I need to get the fuck out

3am: wake up
3:02am: bathroom
3:06am: scroll and hope to pass out again
3:15: try not to cry
3:17: cry a little
3:45: puts phone down hoping to sleep
3:46: pick up phone to stop the brain monsters
3:48: cry some more
4:06: repeat until mad, dead, asleep, or exhausted

Sometimes life is eating a bag of bagels and drinking the shelf stable box of milk you got from the food pantry while watching a SE Asian farmer with your cat

Me picking fights with everyone I am forced to live with to advocate for still being human and trans.
Also me, forgets I still also have to pick fights because of being disabled and needing to be allowed to recover without someone picking a fight with me.
I need out of this fucking house

I'd like to be celebrating pride by putting up rainbow and various pride flags and blasting gay music and being extra.
I'm actually spending it by cold shouldering my entire household for being transphobic. Wooo. Happy Pride y'all. It's rough out here but keep going ❤️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️