Chelsea got a job at McDonald's.
Now I won't have to spend 24/7 with her. We both need and want a break from each other if we're going to last the next 38 days without killing each other.
Today, I don't know if it's this new hormone I'm on or what, but I feel mentally beat down. Like if my emotions were tangible, an 18-wheeler just ran over them. I've already been trying to fight off my depression habits, and with things with Matt changing, and family drama still rampant, and now the idea of a new medical problem and school seeming so far away.
It just feels like a Taylor Swift kind of night. Thank God Mom and Chelsea are already asleep so I can just plug in my headphones and not be bothered.