i want to cry, i'm so frustrated. i'm home no more than a few hours ever day, i rarely ever sleep at my own apartment, and yet i'm the one who is forced to deal with the constant mess left by the roommates. and then - and THEN - i leave a plate with a little bit of food on it in the (already overflowing) sink and one has the gall to call me over and point at it, saying, "not cool, ashleigh, not cool."

the eggshells and crumbs on the counter aren't cool. the fact that they haven't vacuumed since we moved in isn't cool. the fact that there is garbage on the floor in the living room and a stack of recycling that reaches my waist in the dining room isn't cool.

fuck this place. i'm just so painfullt grateful that i have a boyfriend's house to retreat to, a bigger bed to sleep in, someone to tell me that it's going to be ok.

this year is going to make me crazy.