This explains why I sprint out of the room when I hear someone coming home. I don't want to face them, and I panic. When they're downstairs, I don't want to leave my room. As soon as both of them are gone, I'm not fearful anymore, and the fog I'm normally in dissipates.
I really hope I didn't fuck up my chances of getting enough aid to move out next semester. I missed the preferred deadline for my FAFSA by a few days, because I didn't realize it was so early. I wanted to get my taxes done first.
I think moving out is the best thing I could do for myself right now.
Also, I have an instagram now.