I'm going to be whiney, fair warning.
So, I hate my roommate and her fucking creepy as hell boyfriend. He's the desperate type. (already engaged once, said he loved her after 2 mo. of dating, the same week she decided she didn't hate him, and needy, also he still lives with his parents, he's a loser, but I guess she is too at this point) I graduate on the 18th, I don't particulary want to, but theres nothing I can do about it. I dislike my new job. I liked selling appliances, but media is stupid grunt work and the only product knowledge is the fucking alphabet. They transferred me becuase i'm "too nice" to sell appliances. They should go fuck a tree. I'm considering becoming a heartless bitch, give my roommate a run for her money. Part of this bitchiness plan is to move out on the 19th and go home. She can pay all of rent herself. or better yet, her boyfriend can move in and propose marriage and I won't fucking care. I hate her damn dog as well. When I can point out 3 serious scars from dog bites, its time to get rid of it. One scar is below my eye on the top of my cheek, one of the others is about an inch long on my right breast, and I also have 2 four inch scars going down my arm. all from the stupid dog. Anybody know my legal options as far as the dog goes? Am I allowed to call animal control, complaining of a dog attack? Even if I live with the dog.
The only reason I'd consider staying is a boy that I really like, who possibly likes me back. But is he worth putting up with all of this. He is, but its not like we're actually going out, just meeting once a week. My grandfather's dying, rather quickly at this point. too weak to move more than a few feet and sometimes too weak to even get up. Thats one reason to go home, right? I'm oddly so angry right now that I'm shaking. Between the rage and the sadness of my grandfather and the boy, I'm surprised I don't scream at my roommate and her stupid boyfriend who have chased me to my room, to write this and seethe some more. Even the loudness of my music (my ears are starting to bleed) isn't helping. Save me.
The only reason I'd consider staying is a boy that I really like, who possibly likes me back. But is he worth putting up with all of this. He is, but its not like we're actually going out, just meeting once a week. My grandfather's dying, rather quickly at this point. too weak to move more than a few feet and sometimes too weak to even get up. Thats one reason to go home, right? I'm oddly so angry right now that I'm shaking. Between the rage and the sadness of my grandfather and the boy, I'm surprised I don't scream at my roommate and her stupid boyfriend who have chased me to my room, to write this and seethe some more. Even the loudness of my music (my ears are starting to bleed) isn't helping. Save me.