sick of that

My parents are sick of seeing me sitting here day in and day out. When they wake up, when they go to bed, when they leave for work, when they come home for dinner.
I'm sick of sitting here as much as they're sick of seeing me here.

I don't even use the chair to sit at the desk anymore, I sit on the bed all the time.
My fat ass is leaving a semi-permanent dent in the bed.

Pants are riding up, mismatched socks, hair hasn't been brushed in days, unusual position, and typing with one hand because I'm too fuckin lazy to bother moving my other arm.
Typical.

I need a life ;_;