For those of you who know me, or my position. I still live unemployed, without going to school, with my mother, father, sometimes my younger brother, sometimes my two nephews, and a family friend named Glenn.

My parents are both horrible packrats. I am genuinely appreciative of the courtesy they've extended to me to keep here with them while I look to get set off on my own. For like 5 years I've been told what children are most often told TO do! DO NOT clean the room. There's too much stuff in my room, and my parents don't know what to do with it and aaaa I don't want to explain EVERYTHING to the general viewer so anyway



I don't want to do what might inconvienance my family, but today I just snapped. I GOT MAD ~Cave Johnson. I started to clean, and I've only taken a momentary break from cleaning. But get this. WHILE CLEANING IT, FINALLY, a friend of the family- the son of my father's late-best friend- got kicked out of his home and his family wont take him. And now he might need the room of the room I'm cleaning. And jesus. This is hilarious. Anyway. hi. going back to cleaning

might be pretty aloof lately.