So, I'm eighteen years old. Yesterday, my parents surprised me a new bed to replace the bed I've been sleeping on for the last 10-11 years, then on the way home my mom mentioned that she was going to remodel my room while I was away on senior trip. I've been crying on and off since about 10:30 last night (once we got the new bed assembled) because this bed isn't my old one (obviously) and it lacks the storage space the last one had.

I basically have to suck it up and deal with this new bed even though I hate it, especially since it was already in my parents head that I needed a new bed without consenting me (the person who actually going to sleep on it).