Excuse Me While I Spill My Guts.

Thanksgiving is draining. My family drains me of so much energy it’s not even funny.

I really disapprove of having my little cousins stay here as well. Not to be “that guy” but I am that guy so…they need to not stay here. I slept on floor for several nights in a row and I was awoken at 6:30 every day because my little cousin would bolt past my head to get into my parents room — not even her own parents room.

Those kids have no social senses and kept asking questions that were so not okay. Asking me why I wear bracelets or why my sneakers are so big are one thing, but telling me that my bracelets are ugly (you know, the one’s I wear at all times: the first one, for my uncle, an ALS bracelet; the second one, for my friend, a youth cancer patient; the last one, TWLOHA’s, for suicide prevention) and then making fun of my quiet, reserved, self-conscious younger cousin — those are not appropriate things to do.

The children themselves aren’t bad kids. But they need to stop talking, stop judging, and realize that you’re not even double-digits yet but you’re bothering the hell out of people who are. I can’t form coherent statements but whatever, it was a long week, and all I wanted to do was sleep from Tuesday night till this morning, but instead I laid on the floor of my living room while children poked at me to play games and put on Disney movies. 

I have no motivation at all.

My parents are getting on me about college applications and jobs and everything.

Zero motivation.

“Why is it you only go out with friends or stay in and play games?”

Because those things are several of the few options that don’t make me want to slice my own throat.

That is all.