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how lucky for me. i get to sleep on the couch upstairs instead of the couch downstairs - in the room that was supposed to be mine - because he has a friend spending the night to take to work with him in the morning. i have no place that's mine in this house; that room is supposed to be mine and it's really his, and i know that. but it's not supposed to be that way; it's supposed to be MY ROOM - he was supposed to move out 30 days ago.
i wish he would just get the fuck out.
i wish he would just get the fuck out.