My parents are so incompetent. We got evicted from our house last year in January and the only time they ever went searching for a house was mid to late summer last year. All they do is spend money on themselves whether it’s alcohol, cigarettes, weed or takeout. I have to sleep on my grandma’s couch with absolutely no space for myself and get waken up everyday because kids are either being loud or the bright ass sun beaming down my face. My dad also quit his well paying job at a company that gave him so many benefits, bought a BMW that you had to manually fix, and a another car that had issues before spending hundreds of dollars on useless repairs before ultimately scrapping the car. There’s barely anything to eat because I’m sharing a space with my 2 younger cousins, my aunts, my grandma, and my 2 younger siblings and my parents are more focused on themselves and their own lives.

I have autism and ADHD, but no friend. Both of my parents are too clingy, but they often scold me for my mental immaturity. Imaginary friends (such as a maid and a fun-loving friend) taking care of or talk to me are only resources for me. Journaling cannot help me cause it makes another version of me, but not in a certain video game's kind. What I can do is just drawing random characters or writing (explaining or making wiki pages) about them. But all of them cannot make me. I just want to live like a comic strip or sitcom. Reading boring books and making fan theories are geeky to my friend (technically not) circle. Learning unrelated stuffs is kinda boring to me. At least I love coffee, what should I do?

i feel like no matter how much my life changes nothing gets better. i switched schools recently to get away from my bullies, but they still constantly bother me and fill up my mind with unwanted thoughts, and my anxiety is not getting better at all, even if thats what i tell everyone. i tell everyone my life is getting so much better, when in reality, it doesnt feel like that at all. for sometime i can feel really happy and content with my life, then the next day it just crashes down for me and i feel incredibly depressed. i think i might have bipolar disorder but im really fucking scared to tell anyone. when i told my mom i think i have anxiety, she just said “everyone has that sometimes, it goes away, ive had it too”. she doesnt get it and i dont feel like my dad would either. i know they both love me but it feels like theyre not acknowledging my feelings and listens to me. i cant tell anyone else either cause i dont feel like they understand. i just feel like an alien to my own home