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I need to go home. Now.
I haven't been this pissed off in a VERY long time. Since this time last year, I think.
I am a collected, easy-going person. Not many things get to me. But when I make it clear that my biggest pet peeve is mess, I expect that to be respected. The common room, kitchen, and bathroom are disaster areas. There are bowls sitting around with dried food in them. Dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. My mother's coffee table that she spent weeks making for me for my birthday is in disarray when I had it neatly arranged with a runner so that it wouldn't be scratched. There was a bowl sitting in the sink with dried batter of some sort in it for OVER A WEEK. Just sitting there. Not being washed. Congealing. My poor fish has been sitting in nasty-ass water for that week, because I can't get to the sink to wash his tank because of all the goddamn dirty dishes. There are bits of food all over the counters. Stuff...just tons of -stuff- just thrown all over the place. It's filthy. It's disgusting. And I can't live in these conditions. I have cleaned up mess that IS NOT MINE so many countless times in the past year, that I am sick of it. My little brother is more mindful of keeping his mess out of shared space. How is this unnoticeable?! And it's not like "I've been busy, I work, I don't have time" or "I had planned to get it done on such and such date." I have things to do, too. I am -busy-, but I somehow find time to clean up the apartment and make it spotless, and in a number of -days- it is a disaster again. It's just downright inconsiderate and really damn rude.
I should not have to ask. It should be automatically understood as a common courtesy.
Furthermore, I have a heart condition. We all know this. I pass out instantly if I get over heated, because my airways constrict and my heart stops. But guess what? Air conditioning is not allowed. Don't ask me why. We can leave it on, oh, 75, but it's -80- outside so what the fuck good does that do? Fans are not sufficient. They just blow the hot, stuffy air around and even then, only just. I have passed out in my own apartment six times in the last week and a half because I'm too damn hot to breathe.
I have been living on my friend's couch for the past four days because I am taking refuge from my own apartment that I pay for and cannot live in.
I'm sick of this. I've put up with it silently for a year, and I. Am. Done.
I haven't been this pissed off in a VERY long time. Since this time last year, I think.
I am a collected, easy-going person. Not many things get to me. But when I make it clear that my biggest pet peeve is mess, I expect that to be respected. The common room, kitchen, and bathroom are disaster areas. There are bowls sitting around with dried food in them. Dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. My mother's coffee table that she spent weeks making for me for my birthday is in disarray when I had it neatly arranged with a runner so that it wouldn't be scratched. There was a bowl sitting in the sink with dried batter of some sort in it for OVER A WEEK. Just sitting there. Not being washed. Congealing. My poor fish has been sitting in nasty-ass water for that week, because I can't get to the sink to wash his tank because of all the goddamn dirty dishes. There are bits of food all over the counters. Stuff...just tons of -stuff- just thrown all over the place. It's filthy. It's disgusting. And I can't live in these conditions. I have cleaned up mess that IS NOT MINE so many countless times in the past year, that I am sick of it. My little brother is more mindful of keeping his mess out of shared space. How is this unnoticeable?! And it's not like "I've been busy, I work, I don't have time" or "I had planned to get it done on such and such date." I have things to do, too. I am -busy-, but I somehow find time to clean up the apartment and make it spotless, and in a number of -days- it is a disaster again. It's just downright inconsiderate and really damn rude.
I should not have to ask. It should be automatically understood as a common courtesy.
Furthermore, I have a heart condition. We all know this. I pass out instantly if I get over heated, because my airways constrict and my heart stops. But guess what? Air conditioning is not allowed. Don't ask me why. We can leave it on, oh, 75, but it's -80- outside so what the fuck good does that do? Fans are not sufficient. They just blow the hot, stuffy air around and even then, only just. I have passed out in my own apartment six times in the last week and a half because I'm too damn hot to breathe.
I have been living on my friend's couch for the past four days because I am taking refuge from my own apartment that I pay for and cannot live in.
I'm sick of this. I've put up with it silently for a year, and I. Am. Done.