i’m going broke. i’m going through extreme mental difficulties again. i can’t afford gas. i’m withdrawing myself from everybody. nobody even asks a question.

at this point i might as well just throw my entire room out and see what he does about an empty room with a mattress on the floor and that’s it, but even then it would probably still be too messy…

he’s telling me that he’s gonna check my room when he gets up and who knows how that’s gonna go if it’s not up to his fuckass expectations that i don’t even know

can he just please get off my ass about this? it’s just super fucking annoying because for me this is fine, but no, everything just has to be up to his standards.

it’s like he thinks that this is some big slippery slope to my room being as bad as it got when i was going through a really mentally bad time that i don’t even think i will reach again

like dude, can you please stop bitching about my room, it’s not even that bad