Overwhelmed

It’s been getting bad again. My mother told me she would not speak to me yesterday. I think I am in a lot of emotional pain. That sounded so dramatic. All these blog entries read extremely dramatic, to be honest. People who read them probably think that I am 14, but I am a grown adult.

Speaking of which, I contacted one of those “vent online” websites yesterday and they straight-up redirected me to a list of crisis helplines. The thing is, my country wasn’t there and when I looked up crisis helplines here, the only one I could find was for children and teenagers. I guess all the other twenty-something people here simply get over it. I feel like such a failure for not being able to get over it. The irony is that previously I was stressed out over my mother yelling at me and sometimes insulting me and now I feel bad about her not speaking to me. This is what I mean by me being extremely dramatic. I think even if I moved out and lived away from them, I would have new things to feel miserable about.

On another note, I ate IndoMie noodles today after a long time. I see why I used to eat this stuff all the time a few months ago. The flavour is so addicting, even if a bit too spicy. I thought about cutting out the picture of the noodles on the packaging and tape it to my sketchbook, but I already did something like that with another packaging of instant noodles, so it might look a bit repetitive. I have a lot of ideas about what to draw. I have a new comic idea on my mind, but I don’t have any ink. Maybe if I buy the graphic tablet I want I might draw it digitally.

That’s all for today. I wrote this because I was feeling bad and writing my feelings out makes me rationalize them more. I write my plans here to remember them.