and the romanovs didnt want to get ambushed and shot in a fucking basement by bolsheviks but they did
welcome to the real world you fuck
It’s been a pretty great weekend. I’m a little sad that it’s over.
My mother was in another state for vaction from Thursday until this evening. I had the whole place to myself. It was completely relaxing. I got to peacefully take a nap without someone barging in every 10 minutes. I cooked my own dinner, which doesn’t seem like a big deal, but since I got home from college me cooking has dropped to pretty much to zero. It’s easier and quicker to microwave something and run back into my room to avoid getting yelled for being useless or making dishes dirty from cooking (because idk how else I can do it…).
In general, it was amazing to not have someone hovering over me waiting for me to fuck up or complain about how I choose to spend my free time. I made a 7-layer dip, I made a peanut butter cheesecake, I started reading some books that I’ve been wanting to, I did laundry, I shaved my undercut, I played a video game, and I cut out my pattern and fabric for a shirt I’ve been wanting to make for months! Oh and I also went out went some friends to the new Round 1 arcade, grabbed something to eat with them, and they came back to my place to hang out for bit.
Living here has been suffocating. I end up just sitting in my room doing nothing that I want to and sleeping even when I don’t feel like it just to avoid confrontation. She leaves for a couple of days and I just feel better. I get to enjoy my life a bit. Do things. I start to feel like I can accomplish something if I set my mind to it. Now the clock has stuck midnight and it’s back to being a pumpkin.