Oh the joy…
My housemate and her boyfriend are going to have sex tonight. They’ve just come back.
Not that I mind in the least, but the walls in this house are not that thick, I can hear EVERYTHING.
I actually took the time out of my day to tidy the back room of the house today, seeing as though it’s used as a shit dump for things that really need to be somewhere else. It was not appreciated, nor was it even acknowledged. The house needs to be cleaned, and I’m the only one that does it.
This house is a vicious cycle. I clean, then I say to myself “let’s see how long it takes to be noticed/or let’s see who cleans now”. It’s not noticed and about a week down the line I get so frustrated and angry at the AMOUNT of hair, dust, sticky tea residue on the side that I actually have to do it.
Feeling so unappreciated right now.
