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i snapped. it's like i couldn't take it anymore. was it was the pizza crust i found on my dresser, by my bed? or was it the crumbled up popcorn bag left next to that? or hmmm. maybe it was the dishes i found in the sink this morning. could it have been the cd's left in my bed? or the cd player left by my bed? or my favorite, how my wallet and purse, i found wide open this morning. without anyone asking me for any of it. just taking it. granted, i knew they needed it, but it's the fucking principle of shit, like let me go through your purse. all you had to fucking do was wake me up and be like 'yo sara were taking your triple a card and your license'. i don't understand why that was so fucking difficult to do. but i wasn't even asked. i mean, maybe it's all the shit i've had to clean out of my car that's been left in there. currently a powerade bottle. it's like everytime she doesn't feel like putting shit in her house where it belongs, it stays in my car. i should have been making her pay rent for the space she was using for so long. 4 bags of shit.
it's just all so disrespectful. your at someone else's house esp. if you stay for awhile. i mean if it were a one day thing, i'd more than gladly do the dishes, clean, and everything, but when you have someone there every single day practically living there AND THEY MAKE A MESS, then they do the dirty work. you do your own dishes, you don't leave jeans on the floor. you don't walk around in a bra and panties. you don't leave dishes in the sink. you don't go through someone's purse. you don't scream I LOVE YOU MOM, when someone is on the phone. like i'm in the middle of a conversation with my mom, like actually important convo about like going to my dads and she's screaming like my mom wants to listen to her shit.
or could it be? the constant looking through my phone. my text messages. knowing who i'm talking to. what i'm doing. at all times. and god for bid, if i didn't lock my front door, i'd be screwed. i love it. 'you wear a size 27'. okay. i wouldn't be so annoyed by it. but it's my body. i know it better than anyone. i know what fits and what doesn't. i don't have the same body as her, because i have a bigger ass. and i don't understand why she doesn't get that! it's not rocket science. patty seemed to understand. monica understood. so why can't she? trying to make me be something i'm not?
and fuck. i said alot of fucked up shit. and i don't care. i don't care at all. you disrespect my house. like you can disrespect me all you want, but my fucking house. THAT MY MOM PAYS FOR. it's not EVEN MINE.
enough of this.
cause it's done.