I'm melting down for no reason. I'm stretching all the muscles in my legs just to feel something, I think. I do that occasionally. I've picked it up as a bad habit. I can't help it. Just like I can't help crossing my pinky and ring fingers all the damn time!

My stomach is sore. I feel constipated to some extent still. I still feel a bit sore and constipated, sadly. I'm just uncomfortable and on edge. I'll be okay, but just...gods, this is annoying. Me and my dad have no real dinner plans, either. And then it'll be obstructed by this air conditioner guy!

I don't feel great. There's only one positive thing I see here. That positive thing is that my dad said he'd probably stay home from work tonight. I consider that a good thing, I suppose.

PS: Since I masturbated earlier and said I'm worrying about the nerves there now, I'm beginning to get obsessive enough to almost feel like masturbating again. I should be fine, but let's blame the stress and everything.

My old tablet won't charge anymore! It's stuck at 50%! Now my dad just fucking expects me to handle it all while he's at work, and he's making me feel stressed! It's not his fault, I know. But why is he making me do this!? I need a punching bag, and he's gonna be my punching bag/scape goat now. I hate it, but he should be used to me being this angry and temperamental.

Oh, gods. I'm boiling. I'm sweating out of my skin. I'm boiling, I'm boiling.. I'm probably being hyperbolic and overreacting. But this is all so stressful to me. I just...why!? Why is this only a problem now!? Why, why, why!?

I had another meltdown. My second or third one of the day, you know. I blew up at my dad as he was helping me with my bedsheets. It only ended when I got the sheets properly. And I can't believe I've yelled at my dad and had explosive meltdowns so much in one day. This is why I don't have a happy, calm life. I have meltdowns every day. Usually multiple a day.