Well, I am pregnant and I'm staying with my parents basically because I have to and my friend is being judgemental of me even though she's supposedly a Christian. Something's wrong with my brain right now mentally because I've been dealing with a bunch of crap recently. The one thing I think is unfair is being in a house I really wish I didn't have to be in. Plus, my dad smokes a pipe in his room. My mom has blocked under his door and a vent and told him to keep a fan in his window to blow out the smoke. If I smell it at night, I really don't like it and can't handle the stress my brain does because of it. A trigger.
I put a fan in front of the living room window at these times at night to blow out the smell. But, recently mom has been wanting me to turn it off more.
Now I have to deal with that.
I hate this place.
My room is the only place I feel somewhat comfortable in most of the time, but I'm suffocating.
Time to leave, my brain says, but I have to wait till probably about 2 weeks.
I feel I may die or go insane from the stress I get from my dad's smoke.
I've been hating his habit. I may hate him.
I hate my life.
At this moment.
I wish I can be happy, free.
I wish my dad would stop.
I'm tired. I want joy.