I complain so much.
I just woke up an hour ago and I'm starving but I don't even wanna go upstairs because I'm constantly afraid of *gasp* actually running into the people I live with. I'm so sick of feeling trapped here every single day just cause my social anxiety is so bad that I can't even face the members of my household. It's so stressful. I've been losing weight because I'm afraid to go find something to eat, and there's one particular person who's troubling me right now but I can't do anything about it. Every single time I stand up my vision gets cloudy and sometimes I black out for a couple seconds. I'm never in a good mood because I have nothing to do in the little space I allow myself. I don't feel welcome in this house. I don't like living here. I don't like that I live with so many people. I don't like that my dad keeps going to see his girlfriend and leaving me here for hours and hours with no one to talk to. I barely see him anymore. I don't even know what to do.