my family decided that the time to come upstairs for the first time in 4 hours and hassle me and talk really loudly about utter crap was… uh, the time where i was doing a timed assessment for a job application which can’t be paused. something i would have done earlier but i was too tired to do because of my cunting shitty job and my lethargy because i’m miserable. i timed out on the last 2 questions because i couldn’t concentrate while they were bitching at me.
every tiny fucking setback feels like someone viciously kicking me while i’m down atm 