falling apart
my house is falling apart. and it's dragging me along with it.
In the span of two months, I had the drains clog, the hot water boiler break down, the nearly-new drier not work, and my bathroom heating short-circuit my entire apartment. twice.
today I found out that my washing machine does not wring the water out. or whateverthefuck you call it. my clothes are soaked and I need them to be dry by tomorrow morning. with my drier not working and it being freezing here, that's not likely to happen.
so I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself, thinking that sometimes I really do wish - if not for the obvious reasons - I had a boyfriend living with me. I could use having someone else to share the pain and the chores with.
I even started thinking that maybe it was wrong to live alone and I should've taken a flatmate, so I had to bring back really terrible memories of my past three flatmates I had to endure for a whole year, and now I'm actually crying.
and no matter who I called or called me, no one seems to think I've a right to be upset. it 'happens' and 'this is how old houses are' and shit.
so I'm gonna go wallow now. and I hate everybody. even my sunshine, for scratching me so deep he drew blood. twice.
damn this day. I want out.
In the span of two months, I had the drains clog, the hot water boiler break down, the nearly-new drier not work, and my bathroom heating short-circuit my entire apartment. twice.
today I found out that my washing machine does not wring the water out. or whateverthefuck you call it. my clothes are soaked and I need them to be dry by tomorrow morning. with my drier not working and it being freezing here, that's not likely to happen.
so I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself, thinking that sometimes I really do wish - if not for the obvious reasons - I had a boyfriend living with me. I could use having someone else to share the pain and the chores with.
I even started thinking that maybe it was wrong to live alone and I should've taken a flatmate, so I had to bring back really terrible memories of my past three flatmates I had to endure for a whole year, and now I'm actually crying.
and no matter who I called or called me, no one seems to think I've a right to be upset. it 'happens' and 'this is how old houses are' and shit.
so I'm gonna go wallow now. and I hate everybody. even my sunshine, for scratching me so deep he drew blood. twice.
damn this day. I want out.