Literally. TMI guys, I know, but I have to poop so badly. Like, everyone does it. Everyone poops, incase you didn't read the book.
But you know what's not so great? Our shitty(pun intended) roommate clogged the toilet. Again. Who plunged the toilet? Me. Who will have to call maintenance? Me.
Sometimes, I hate living with these people. Ha ha, correction, all the time. I literally regret ever moving out from my grandmother's. There is no reason for me to be the only responsible person in this house. I guess maturity goes from youngest to oldest here.
Ugh, this is killing me. I really need to go to the bathroom. And I don't have the number for maintenance and I don't want to call because it will just be me giving in to them not having to have any maturity or responsibility. Fuck you guys. Fuck you hard in the asses with something sandpapery.
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