what is love? baby don't hurt me

My mom and grandma moved the bed back to the way it was before my sister and I moved it during Spring Break. We worked so hard to move it the other way, too.

I feel irritated. I don't spend much time in that room anymore, but I store my stuff underneath the bed, and it makes me really uncomfortable to know that I really don't have any privacy whatsoever. Even space that I thought I could take isn't mine to take, because they had to move it to move the bed and it bothers me that nothing is put the way I set it. So those boxes I had in a specific order were rearranged, because how the hell would they know how I want it?

I am so fucking impatient to move. I want my own fucking space, for once in my life.

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I've decided I'm going to put my LiveRight bracelet away. It's about time I stopped wearing it.
Which is... a bit of a big deal for me.
My watch seems kind of lonely without it.
But, I've got to start somewhere, right?