i seem to be cheating myself out of something. i find ways to trick myself into staying and foregoing to stresses of living alone, but there’s always something that gets me yearning for freedom, to escape the s#!t.
so the family did give me my own mini-fridge, but i can’t seem to keep anything in it because gramma thinks anything that stays longer than 3 days goes bad. i had a leftover sandwich from work, it was only in there for 2 days, and she tossed it. that just completely frustrates me, although I know I really shouldn’t be affected by it because she has lost a lot of herself. ah, to have my own big fridge full of food that I like….