No one really respects me anymore.
There is a fucking stripper in my living room because my brother's friend "is having a rough time." I am locked up in my room like fucking Anne Frank because I don't want to see some skeezy broad with a goddamn c-section scar and full-on methface in a g-string grinding all up on my Raymour and Flannigan arm chair. Jesus fucking christ.
Seriously, what the fuck.
I am basically failing out of school, struggling to pay bills, selling shit to get extra money.. and now this. FUCKING THIS.
OH MY GOD.
I am moving to a one bedroom or studio. I want to be all by myself. All alone.
All of a sudden I am extremely parched and can't even go in the kitchen because some flappy vagina is going to be in my goddamn face before I make it to the Brita filter.
Motherfucker. Seriously. I am about to lose it.
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