Ohaithar. ^-^

    Seriously tired of this pattern that’s beginning to build here. You come home telling me off for not cleaning the house often enough. Seriously? Last I checked, I’m not the one treading mud/dirt all over the floor, but oh, look at that! I have to clean it up anyways. I don’t change my clothes four times a-fucking-day, you do. 

     Honestly, you have no right to tell me that I’m not keeping the house clean because you can’t even manage your own area! Seriously, I can’t even touch a single thing there because I don’t know where to start! You have so many files scattered to and fro in that one little space, and you’re the one who stares at it in dismay? Hah. That’s just funny right there. Oh, and of course, don’t you start about me being messy. I isolate my “mess” in one room. You have clothes scattered -everywhere-. Your shoes are all over the place. I can’t even walk past the living room without hopping around as if it were some bloody obstacle course! Oh, and of course, you’re not going to do jack shit about it unless I remind you, right? In a nice tone? Where I force myself not to roll my eyes and not glare? 

     Admit it. If I don’t make a single move at cleaning this place, neither of you will do anything either. So until both of you learn that me losing the privilege to go to college doesn’t equivalent gaining a fucking house maid, I refuse to lift even a finger. It’s one thing to give me more responsibilities in chores since I have more time than y’all… but it’s another to think that I’m going to pick up after every stupid mess you two make. Now, gtfo my case. >:|