#my mind keeps telling me to kms blehhhh shut up shut up

[wackpedion]

I wish my mom wasn't so dead set on making me get rid of everything that makes me happy, because it's "clutter". I'm surrounding myself with things that bring me joy, that give me energy, it's self love, but nooooo it's clutter and i have to fucking throw them out. Nevermind the fact that I'm autistic or that I fucking pay rent but allowing me to do what I want with my space is too outrageous apparently cuz my mom "likes it a certain way" she can go fuck herself why is what's in my room any concern to her. And then she's surprised that I'm terribly sad. Wow who would've thought