after you move out you think "wow teenage me was such a bitch lol" but if you ever move back in with your parents, or even stay with them for an extended period of time, you'll understand why again
no one talks about how draining it is when your mood switches between “keep going , it will get better” and “i can’t do this anymore, im about to give up.” its like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you’re hopeful, the next you’re spiraling