I'm 25 living at home unemployed depressed and generally fucking my life up. I lift 5 days a week and eat quite well, I overall look like I lift and dress well too. I apply for jobs daily and have been brainstorming and trying to figure shit out properly for some time now. Waking up at a set time and avoiding snacks I don't need to eat.

Anyway Over the last 3 weeks I've been saying no to junk food and also waking up at a set time (7:00am) and then starting my day, it's a lot better than waking up at lunch time cause I feel like shit.

My mom routinely asks me "Why are you awake so early? shouldn't you go back to bed? where do you have to be?" Like, what the fuck, I'm up cause I want to be, stop asking me this every fucking day.

Or she will suggest I go back to bed because I must be tired at that early hour in the day. Says it really sympathetic too.

Or my parents will come back from the super marker and she will tell me she bought 4 big bags of potato chips so I can "snack" at night, when I clearly stated numerous times I was actively trying to avoid junk food. Then she goes on about how I don't appreciate the things she does and that "What, do I just throw it out now do I?!" Like yeah, throw it the fuck out Jesus Christ.

Or I get dressed and say I'll be back in a few hours cause I want to get out of the house for a while and go look at some shit at the shopping center and I'm always hit with some variation of "Who with? why? are you going with friends? when will you be home? are you eating when you go? what is it you need to buy? why are you dressed up? is it for an occasion?" Just all these prying questions in some loaded format.

Like, I can't move out, I need to find a full time job first and it is my number #1 priority, I can't escape this shit fucking hell, it's like I am being monitored and I am 11yrs old or something.