#also CONSTANTLY joking with my brother about how fat and disabled people don’t deserve to work and shouldn’t be allowed to live essentially

[heyitsphoenixx]

living with my mother is like well if I leave my room to get food I will have to endure the equivalent of being stabbed repeatedly while being bombarded by ranting and raving about the same five work problems she’s had for the last three years making me feel like I’m insane bc she won’t fucking quit and also being told I’m wrong for believing that good men exist while she actively does not believe that I’m not a girl so like. is a granola bar worth it