My mother and I have fought again. It is completely awful; I really marvel at people who live at home but their parents aren't a big part of their lifespace, in an active or hurtful way. I also can't shake the little voice in my head telling me these are all histrionics, that I am actually fairly blessed to not live in something like an abusive household. I saw a notice stuck to the JNU library wall yesterday that panickily pled passersby for a lost engagement ring - now that must be an awful, awful spot to be in. Even in every best case scenario, the ring wearer must be beating themselves up inside their head.
I feel really alone in the silence of my room. I've been stuck here for the last four months, since J left, writing my MPhil. I would really, really like to be unstuck from this room, and no longer have to banish myself to my room everytime there's a fight, or there's some Telugu TV game show that I can't stand, or a phonecall. Space in this house is shrinking.
I feel really alone in the silence of my room. I've been stuck here for the last four months, since J left, writing my MPhil. I would really, really like to be unstuck from this room, and no longer have to banish myself to my room everytime there's a fight, or there's some Telugu TV game show that I can't stand, or a phonecall. Space in this house is shrinking.
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