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My house is a mess. I'm gone for a couple of nights and it's trashed. Pizza boxes everywhere. Ugh.
I don't get it. CLEAN THE FUCK UP! I don't even sleep here anymore unless I have to. It's just not working for me.
I kind of want to go back into isolation. Being with my family was easy enough because I spent most of my time in my room and wasn't all that disturbed.
At the same time, it's like everyone here went from being best friends to just actual roommates. Everyone keeps to themselves, or tries to. Most of the time, the only person I want to deal with is Stephen because he doesn't bother me at all.
I dunno. I enjoy going over Amber's house. I like being around her family and obviously Amber. It's basically my escape place. I've been there the last couple of nights, or three. I don't remember, but I like being there. Amber and I get along so well, that when we fight, it's usually over what kind of pancakes we want.
"What do you want?"
"I dunno."
"Can't you decide?"
"I don't get why I have to make all the decisions."
"Nick, you never make any decisions."
"That's a big decision!"
"Sheesh."
"It's not like you ever make decisions either, Amber."
"That's why we never get anywhere."
"If we move in together, I sense takeout every night."
"We're not having takeout every night."
"Haha! A decision has been made!"
"My god. Nick, you're such a five year old."
"I prefer six."
*Amber slaps her forehead*
"Blueberry or apple pancakes?"
"I don't know!"
"Argh!"
"ARGH!"
*pretend to punch and tackle*
That's basically how it goes every time we have to decide on something. I think it's hilarious.
Anyway, but yeah. I'm hopefully gonna move out right after Christmas. It's not fair to Stephen to spend all this money, and I'm just not feeling the vibe anymore.
I'm hoping next summer I have a better job, steadier income, and a smaller, nice apartment with Amber.
But yeah. I've gotta get ready for work.
I don't get it. CLEAN THE FUCK UP! I don't even sleep here anymore unless I have to. It's just not working for me.
I kind of want to go back into isolation. Being with my family was easy enough because I spent most of my time in my room and wasn't all that disturbed.
At the same time, it's like everyone here went from being best friends to just actual roommates. Everyone keeps to themselves, or tries to. Most of the time, the only person I want to deal with is Stephen because he doesn't bother me at all.
I dunno. I enjoy going over Amber's house. I like being around her family and obviously Amber. It's basically my escape place. I've been there the last couple of nights, or three. I don't remember, but I like being there. Amber and I get along so well, that when we fight, it's usually over what kind of pancakes we want.
"What do you want?"
"I dunno."
"Can't you decide?"
"I don't get why I have to make all the decisions."
"Nick, you never make any decisions."
"That's a big decision!"
"Sheesh."
"It's not like you ever make decisions either, Amber."
"That's why we never get anywhere."
"If we move in together, I sense takeout every night."
"We're not having takeout every night."
"Haha! A decision has been made!"
"My god. Nick, you're such a five year old."
"I prefer six."
*Amber slaps her forehead*
"Blueberry or apple pancakes?"
"I don't know!"
"Argh!"
"ARGH!"
*pretend to punch and tackle*
That's basically how it goes every time we have to decide on something. I think it's hilarious.
Anyway, but yeah. I'm hopefully gonna move out right after Christmas. It's not fair to Stephen to spend all this money, and I'm just not feeling the vibe anymore.
I'm hoping next summer I have a better job, steadier income, and a smaller, nice apartment with Amber.
But yeah. I've gotta get ready for work.