
This person leaves substances in my room and my parents just let it all happen and waste money away on shit they don’t even use. I don’t have a space to call my own because they have prioritised themselves over their own child. They routinely tell me how to spend my money (that I make myself) and how to live. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I’m the most well behaved offspring they could ask for. But they’re hypocrites and they’re so far up their own asses. I can’t even talk to them without hurting
Couch surf, I’m not evening kidding. My mom stole my identity to take out loans in my name so I was fucked in the credit score department which fucked renting possibilities, so I just got student housing until I graduated and couch surfed or lived in my car until eventually my partner and I decided to get an apartment together. I was happier in my Honda than at home and they still can’t understand why I had to leave