sigh

i feel extremely mixed about all these new hours im getting. i work a lot more now like i keep seeing myself working 4 days in a row and then only one day off. 4 days in a row thrn 2 days off. n like yeah its what i was hoping for so if this keeps up i can move out, but im going to haveto figure something out when jt comes to my energy and keeping up with my chores at home... like i have off tomorrow. but then im working fri sat sun. off monday. working tues wed thurs fri i think. like its just a lot to switch me to. part of me is happy so i can be less at home and feel like a piece of shit for like.. relaxing. like my mom makes me feel.  and be deemed as more productive and really have basis to move out now. but part of me is scared and premptively exhausted. i hate work a lot and i think more people need to admit that. like not in just a i hate my job sense. but in a .. its fucking normal to hate having to do labor and work just to be able to fucking live. sense.