Back to all grinds

Its not that I have a problem with the time. I wouldn't really be doing anything productive anyways, and while the location of the time within the middle of my day is somewhat depressing, that's not the worst either. What I do miss is having some silence, some time where there isn't anyone here but me, and I call the shots. I cook when I want, nobody is trying to figure out what is going on, I can sit up here until I feel like coming down, and when I get sick of being there I can go somewhere else. I need the space to breathe.

So I am going to disappear through dinner and reappear when it is late enough that people will take to their respective beds, and I can sit on my balcony with the bugs, read my book, cook tasty food and maybe get high and eat chocolate while watching Dawson's Creek. Yeah.

I feel like such a horrid, ungrateful bitch though, because of course they just want to help. But even that feels so invasive, and I don't know why. I'm also really stressed about my body and the way I look right now, which is stupid and frustrating because I really shouldn't care. I had a rotten day and I am feeling stressed in general. Mondays suck. Hopefully some exercise will help improve my mood.