- person: *doesn't reply*
- me: they hate me
- me: i hate me
- me: everyone hates me
i say, “i don’t want to talk to you for a while” and i sit quietly at the kitchen table trying not to “offend” her any more but then she comes storming in, picks up my laptop, charger, phone, book and set of pencils (from the kitchen table) and literally throws them into the sitting room. then continues to stomp around the kitchen “tidying up” while banging things, and sighing discontentedly to herself. I honestly have not had a temper tantrum like that since i was 14. she needs to learn how to fucking grow up, and deal with her problems like the fucking old lady she is.
now she is taking all of my things that i haven’t moved since coming home from college that have been sitting in the laundry room, and throwing them into my bedroom.
seriously grow the fuck up.
i worked hard on that asshole….
but i love telling her how wrong she is about everything. like really, we could not have more different opinions on anything. everything I think, she thinks the opposite, and i’m sick of it. i leave in exactly 83 days and it honestly could not come soon enough.