I hate that I come home super hungry from a bad day and just want to rest for a bit but its like everyting I do and say is so wrong. I just don’t know what to do. I always fuck everything up, I’m sorry, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! Everything is wrong.
and if I’m quiet enough for long periods of time, she will forget that I’m there and assume that she is all alone and then dig in the garbage or take stuff from the bedroom into the living room where she tears it to shreds.
Anyway, I’m sitting in the bed looking at my celebrity gossip, when I hear the sound of the garbage can lid being fucked with. I went to yell out to her, but I said to myself “No no…just wait, Sade…”
So sure enough, she makes her way down the hall and walks into the room, nose to the ground, trying to see what she can ruin this time. As soon as I see her, and she hasn’t noticed me yet, I scream at the top of my lungs “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!!!!”