I'm tired of this apartment already. I want to move. . .now. The reason? I don't even have a room! All I have is this small, crappy section of the living room, separated by curtains. Now most people would like that, and so did I. For a few days. >.> You see, I have no privacy whatsoever. Not like I'm doing anything anyway besides read, be on the computer, sleep, watch TV, and play some games. That's basically all I do in my room. Oh yeah. . .and my rabbit's here too. But still, I would like to at least have some privacy. I don't like it when I can hear the conversations of people in the living room or kitchen. I don't like it when they can hear me talk on the phone or listen to my music in my own room. They even complain about that sometimes. Before the TV in the living room ******** up, yet we still keep the damn thing, I would have a tough time concentrating or sleeping when my mom or roommate/family friend watches their shows with the volume blasting.
Not to mention, my mom just comes in unannounced whenever she pleases, and starts to nag about how I should clean some more. She's also the cause of the horrible decorating in my room. It's green. . .terribly green. There used to be flowers on the wall, ********. But then I ripped them off just a few days ago. Yes. . .I know what you're saying. Just paint the room over, and decorate it yourself. Oh, how I would love to do that if I had money. That's the only reason why I'm planning to work over the summer. >.>
You might also be thinking why I didn't slap the paintbrush from her hands on the day she made this horrible mess. If I didn't tell you already, that is. I was halfway across the world, suffering in my dad's house. .-. I got a call from my mom, in my aunt's house, telling me about how she was going to change the room. Now this was before she did it, of course. But she said it would be a dark purple, which I accepted. I flew home a month later, I get green. Bright green. The ********? Oh wait, the blanket is purple. Perhaps that's good enough for me. ********, honestly. >.>
Now, again I shall rant about the privacy thing. My mom kept nagging me for the past few days about fixing up my room. She even told me not to rip off the flowers until after our 'guest' leaves. Who was actually my cousin, who was visiting from Estonia. I promised her of course, and left the job until now, today. The day my cousin is coming. Yes, I'm a procrastinator indeed. Still, I'm pissed off. I'm not having that great of a time, due to some news yesterday. Don't worry Madison, I'm not angry at you. I shall be angry at your sisters. owo For perhaps making your trip horrible. But you better get them back! >D Anywho, the thing is, I don't want to tidy up my room. I don't want to tidy it up every time someone comes over. The reason? My mom wants to display it. >.> That's why she didn't want the flowers to come off.
You see, I rather dislike people. Not all of them of course, but still, I dislike the majority. They just always. . .annoy me. With their questions and all. Yes, I hate questions, especially repeated questions. No wait. . .I only hate questions with no point. Like how my mom asks me constantly about random things. I just tell her to shut up though. So yes, these 'guests' of hers, do ask me random, pointless questions. It gets on my ******** nerves. And again, I always hear them talking, or rather yelling, in the living room, with their annoying high-pitch laugh. I'm trying to concentrate here god damn it!
So yes, I simply hate my room. And I want to move, now. Just so I can have an actual room, decorate it to my tastes, and lock myself in it. I would have total peace, privacy, and relaxation. No more mom peeking in, asking me stupid questions, nor can she nag me, unless of course I come out everynow and then to use the bathroom or get some food.
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