Pressure
February 5th, 2023
My parents got home from their trip, and their overbearing presence has taken foot yet again.
They don't seem to realize or acknowledge how suffocating they are. I try to relax and be at ease (in my own room, mind you,) but it's difficult when they're constantly peering in and looking for wrongs within my moral fiber.
Um... I'm just playing video games? Why do they feel the need to nitpick, complain, and yell at me? I feel as if they're children, begging for my attention.
Needless to say, they don't enjoy living.
Fantasy
The magic of Elden Ring isn't so strong anymore. Probably because I can't sit down and enjoy a game while they're here. It tastes grey.
I can't wait to move out.
They'll be depressed when I leave. Just the thought strikes fear and anxiety into their minds (I know because they transparently dump their woes onto me.) But I reassure myself, that for all the nights they've pushed me into ideation and despair, the price of my freedom pales in comparison.
I wish them the best, but I best be leaving.
Future
I'm supposed to return back home in about half a year to continue my education, but I don't think I will. I'll have saved enough to move out for good.
I'll look for a friend to move in with. It'll be... an interesting experience. Freedom, again.