My mom, with the severe flu, slept in my bed. Even though I told her not even to come to my room. So the second I was away for the weekend, she sleeps in my bed.
Now, that may not sound too bad for you, except I'm quite an intense germaphobe. So, I'll either make myself sick in the process of entering my room, or I could possibly just break out into tears. And because I spend my entire day in my room, I can choose between our cluttered smelly extra room, our even more smelly garage or the outside. Thus also having to sleep in one of these places as well.
So yeah I've been basically banished in my own home.
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Altele{edit: ew. ew. ew. please just read my other spam book. i wrote this in like 2014. } This is my book of me. My book of sarcasm, randomness, thoughts, fandoms, OCD, anxiety, fails, school, rants, obsessiveness, ships, phan, cartoons and well... Mars...
