lemonadetrees

So I’ve moved out. Semi officially but also not quite. 95% of my stuff is still at home. Mum is doing better then I feared she would. She took it just as badly as I expected at the start but now it’s like she’s more on board with it then I am. It’s something for her to brag about which is nice. I don’t like telling people but she is telling everyone and I’ve decided to just accept it. It’s a small price to pay.
I don’t know why I don’t like telling people. I think I’m embarrassed? Or scared of failing and having to explain my failure to people. So I’m kinda not telling people right now.
I’ve been sleeping in a lot. More then I should, but I can and no one is going to tell me not to. Every time someone walks passed my room I tense up expecting the door to be thrown open. I’m telling my self I’m indoctrinating myself. Which isn’t a lie at all. It is So Good to know that no one is going to come into my room without my permission. But also I’m using it as an excuse to not get out of bed. So. I’m going to get up now