I’m An Adult… Shit.

The only thing I remember from my dream last night was that me and my boyfriend were living in a different apartment, larger than this one but just as messy. We had a couch, and the couch cushions and matching pillows were scattered around on the floor. For unknown reasons, our door to the hallway was open, and I only noticed that when a random toddler walked in an started stealing the cushions. Just confidently walked in, picked up a cushion the same size as herself, and piled them out into the hallway, evidently planning to transport them to some other secondary location, like a little animal gathering nest materials.

Due to my weird childhood and my weird brain, I have this very unhelpful compulsion to conceal Everything I do from Everyone. I Cannot be observed performing any action, no matter how mundane. My nervous system is convinced I'm gonna, like, Get In Trouble for eating food at dinnertime or sleeping in my bed at bedtime.

how it feels to be stressed out almost 100% of the time