♪♫ Nothing
It truly feels like summer today. There may not be leaves on the trees, but the grass is mostly green, and the sun is shining with no clouds in sight! I can hear birds chirping, people talking outside, construction occurring.. I just wish that I was at a BBQ. My mouth is watering just thinking about hamburgers, hot dogs, watermelon, pasta salad, and beer. I know that I’ll be able to in three weeks when I move. There is nothing here..
I’ve never lived with such disgusting people. Its unbelievable. It wasn’t bad at first. M’s mother lived here when I first moved in, and everything was moderately clean and tidy. As soon as she moved out.. it just got progressively worse over time. There is a fuck ton of dirty clothing piled up in the kitchen.. right in the middle of the floor. The dryer is broken, so it takes twenty-four hours to dry clothing.. and no one has bothered to fix it. The oven is also broken. It was broken before I moved in. So we just use a toaster oven.
The dishes are always piled up. And no one ever wants to clean them. I always clean the dishes I use, but I’m scared to touch the other ones. A lot of them have been sitting there for a month or more, and have mold.. like the fuzzy blue kind. Same with some of the food in the fridge. No one ever cleans the fridge out. I actually did once, but then I got scolded because apparently no one wants to smell rotting food till garbage day.. okay.. then throw the fucking food out on garbage day? This isn’t rocket science you twat?
I swear, I fucking swear, no one is fucking aware of cleaning products. They think that if it looks clean, then it must be clean! Because y’know.. we can obviously see all germs! Ugh. The bathroom is my worst nightmare to be honest. There is cat litter everywhere. And no one ever cleans it. Or the litter box. The litter box is left there for weeks sometimes. And somehow, some of the litter ends up in the fucking tub, the sink, even outside the bathroom..
Taking a shower is hell. I have a small section in the tub to stand in. The rest of the tub is filled with cat litter, old shampoo bottles, tiles, rust, hair, and random things that somehow made their way into the bathroom. The bathroom curtain is covered in dirt. The walls are covered in shampoo, hair, dirt, etc. The floor is not only covered in litter.. but also clothes. The toilet hasn’t been cleaned since M’s mother left. Its disgusting. I won’t even describe it. But I’ll just say: I always cover it in toilet paper before using it.
They’re both so fucking lazy and dependent on other people that when they run out of something, they won’t go buy more like a fucking normal person, they’ll just steal it from me. Example? My tooth paste. Once upon a time, everyone had their own toothpaste.. y’know.. like fucking normal people? And then they both ran out of theirs, but I got a new one. So guess what happened? Everyone used my motherfucking toothpaste, which is beyond disgusting to me. I brought it up, and guess what M’s reaction was? He literally thought there was nothing wrong with it. What the fuck?
I now hide most of my bathroom products in my bedroom until I need them. Its the only safe way. No one ever comes into my bedroom.. thankfully. Onto the living room.. its covered in crumbs, wrappers, dishes, bags, and other garbage. M decided to sleep on the couch instead of his bedroom. So he sleeps with sheets that he has never washed, has a dirty sock pile on the floor in front of the couch, and throws all his food wrappers and dishes onto the coffee table. I never sit out there.
When his mother first left, he told me that he didn’t know how to do laundry. I was shocked.. especially because he actually fucking expected me to do it. So I taught him how to do laundry. A few times, actually. And he seemed to understand it pretty well. But guess what? He never ever did his laundry. He has a pile of clothes on the side of the couch that he wears over, and over again. I feel vomit rising as I type this.
To top off this shit cake, there is literally cat hair on everything. The dishes, clean clothes, food, etc. My room is the only safe place. Even then, I sometimes still find cat hairs on my stuff. Ugh. I just can’t grasp how to grown men have literally no fucking clue how to take care of themselves and an apartment? I seriously feel so much pity for whatever women end up in their lives. Although, I think if any woman ended up coming here, she would never been returning after seeing the state of the apartment.
I completely understand why M’s mom left now. She briefly told me one time that M’s dad was just a man child, and I didn’t fully understand what she meant until now. I swear, when I leave, they’re both gonna drown in garbage. And I don’t even care. I just can’t wait to get the fucking hell out of this shit hole.
It truly feels like summer today. There may not be leaves on the trees, but the grass is mostly green, and the sun is shining with no clouds in sight! I can hear birds chirping, people talking outside, construction occurring.. I just wish that I was at a BBQ. My mouth is watering just thinking about hamburgers, hot dogs, watermelon, pasta salad, and beer. I know that I’ll be able to in three weeks when I move. There is nothing here..
I’ve never lived with such disgusting people. Its unbelievable. It wasn’t bad at first. M’s mother lived here when I first moved in, and everything was moderately clean and tidy. As soon as she moved out.. it just got progressively worse over time. There is a fuck ton of dirty clothing piled up in the kitchen.. right in the middle of the floor. The dryer is broken, so it takes twenty-four hours to dry clothing.. and no one has bothered to fix it. The oven is also broken. It was broken before I moved in. So we just use a toaster oven.
The dishes are always piled up. And no one ever wants to clean them. I always clean the dishes I use, but I’m scared to touch the other ones. A lot of them have been sitting there for a month or more, and have mold.. like the fuzzy blue kind. Same with some of the food in the fridge. No one ever cleans the fridge out. I actually did once, but then I got scolded because apparently no one wants to smell rotting food till garbage day.. okay.. then throw the fucking food out on garbage day? This isn’t rocket science you twat?
I swear, I fucking swear, no one is fucking aware of cleaning products. They think that if it looks clean, then it must be clean! Because y’know.. we can obviously see all germs! Ugh. The bathroom is my worst nightmare to be honest. There is cat litter everywhere. And no one ever cleans it. Or the litter box. The litter box is left there for weeks sometimes. And somehow, some of the litter ends up in the fucking tub, the sink, even outside the bathroom..
Taking a shower is hell. I have a small section in the tub to stand in. The rest of the tub is filled with cat litter, old shampoo bottles, tiles, rust, hair, and random things that somehow made their way into the bathroom. The bathroom curtain is covered in dirt. The walls are covered in shampoo, hair, dirt, etc. The floor is not only covered in litter.. but also clothes. The toilet hasn’t been cleaned since M’s mother left. Its disgusting. I won’t even describe it. But I’ll just say: I always cover it in toilet paper before using it.
They’re both so fucking lazy and dependent on other people that when they run out of something, they won’t go buy more like a fucking normal person, they’ll just steal it from me. Example? My tooth paste. Once upon a time, everyone had their own toothpaste.. y’know.. like fucking normal people? And then they both ran out of theirs, but I got a new one. So guess what happened? Everyone used my motherfucking toothpaste, which is beyond disgusting to me. I brought it up, and guess what M’s reaction was? He literally thought there was nothing wrong with it. What the fuck?
I now hide most of my bathroom products in my bedroom until I need them. Its the only safe way. No one ever comes into my bedroom.. thankfully. Onto the living room.. its covered in crumbs, wrappers, dishes, bags, and other garbage. M decided to sleep on the couch instead of his bedroom. So he sleeps with sheets that he has never washed, has a dirty sock pile on the floor in front of the couch, and throws all his food wrappers and dishes onto the coffee table. I never sit out there.
When his mother first left, he told me that he didn’t know how to do laundry. I was shocked.. especially because he actually fucking expected me to do it. So I taught him how to do laundry. A few times, actually. And he seemed to understand it pretty well. But guess what? He never ever did his laundry. He has a pile of clothes on the side of the couch that he wears over, and over again. I feel vomit rising as I type this.
To top off this shit cake, there is literally cat hair on everything. The dishes, clean clothes, food, etc. My room is the only safe place. Even then, I sometimes still find cat hairs on my stuff. Ugh. I just can’t grasp how to grown men have literally no fucking clue how to take care of themselves and an apartment? I seriously feel so much pity for whatever women end up in their lives. Although, I think if any woman ended up coming here, she would never been returning after seeing the state of the apartment.
I completely understand why M’s mom left now. She briefly told me one time that M’s dad was just a man child, and I didn’t fully understand what she meant until now. I swear, when I leave, they’re both gonna drown in garbage. And I don’t even care. I just can’t wait to get the fucking hell out of this shit hole.
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