1. being solely responsible for all of the laundry that 5+ people produce. I say 5+ because I do mom and dad and sanna's laundry whenever it shows up in the pile, and then get in trouble for shrinking sweaters and folding jeans wrong. what happened to the good old days when grandma came for a few days, did all of the laundry and ironing, smoked outside the back porch and petted the dogs?
2. being the only one in the house that gives a shit about eating decent food. meals with less than a 65% fat and/or chemical content.
3. Sharing one little room with 4 other people and then fielding suggestions on how I could organize it better.
4. Feeling guilty because I say I don't have time to fold clothes and match socks but everyone knows I went out on Saturday night. Because realistically, if I had stayed home, I would have been folding clothes and matching socks from 10 oclock til 2:30 anyway, right?
5. guilt in general.
6. having no fucking clue how I will survive this life.
7. the thought that there might be an afterlife. (this REALLY pisses me off)
8. Again, guilt.
9. not having someBody. you know. someBody.
10. feeling like life is screaming by me and I am so completely at the mercy of cruel cosmic forces that I can't even catch my breath, much less stop spinning from the constant blows of crappy luck.
11. being alone. even in a house full of people, or a bar full of, well, people. being alone. I hate it. more than life. and that's a lot.
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