- I can’t run around in my underwear when I hate pants.
- I can’t just go sit in my living room, in my blue chair, and watch a show/read a book
- I can’t cook anything without having the do the dishes first
- Some of my cookwear has disappeared and I keep finding my nice ceramic knife my sister got me for Christmas thrown in the sink (under everything) or in the dishwasher.
- I own so much shit I feel guilty for having to keep everywhere.
- I own so much shit and most of it is cluttering my small bedroom.
- ASHLEY WHEELER
- Need to get Ashley far away from Chelse.
- I live with all my friends, that I never get to see or hang out with because I have a job, and I know they’re looking for jobs, but I can’t help but get upset when they spend their money on fun and drugs and just fucking sit around and play games and I wish I could do that shit too.
- Did I mention that I, the anxious, hermit, weirdo live with 8 other people (Colton included.)
- 8 fucking people.
- If my parents ever visited they would kill me for living with so many people.
- Whenever I clean something, like the kitchen, I walk in 24-hours later and its trashed again.
- I feel guilty, cause when the roommates do something nice and clean up I channel my Dad’s Asshole-OCD side and only notice the shit they missed….
- Which is why I can’t make myself clean everyday, cause if I do I CLEAN. Like when I cleaned the kitchen the other morning and it almost took 3 hours - cause I scrubbed the baseboards and walls and shit. And no one here knows how to scrub a tub….. My Dad would of made me clean that over. nugh..
- I’m a horrible person to live with and just want to fucking run away.
- I hate myself and don’t want everyone here to hate me too.
- But they are. Just like Liz.
Guys, I’m going to be another Liz - I’m going to make myself cry…. Don’t treat me like you guys treated Liz when she left….
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