It's been a long, rainy day. I can't wait to get out of the office. I feel so childish with all of the anger I have for so many people right now, but really I sometimes feel like once work is over, I'm in an alternate universe of wackness. My apartment is a total wreck right now. I thought I would be coming back to something at least decent to live in, but the place is a pig sty. It makes me so upset. There shit all over the floors, no where to sit in the living room, dining room, kitchen... I feel like the only "safe" zone is my room... which is apparently okay for people to go into and turn things on and off? It pisses me off to no end. I cannot wait until my real roommates are back. To feel like this is so damaging to my daily life. I just want to come home to a place where I feel at peace, a place where I can think and relax. But all that is there are piles of someone else's shit, tons of dishes, the horrible smell of the garbage, and a lawn full of weeds. So much for the "so-and-so's" pride for their property... bullshit. Ahh, when will it end?!
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