I hate my housemate.

I hate her stupid scummy friends that she never introduces to anyone and who just randomly lurk about the house without us knowing.

I hate how she plays her music then tells me it isn’t on.

I hate how she always tries to get out of paying her way.

I hate how she doesn’t tidy up after herself.

She’s lazy, dirty and scummy.

People who live off of Mummy and Daddy and pretend to be all free and whimiscal, going to occupy abandoned houses for causes they can’t even elaborate on, to come back to their paid for student house, with all their paid for luxuries to be a complete inconsiderate cunt to the rest of the people living here will (hopefully) amount to not very much.

It genuinely fills me with dread when she is here.

Her little holidays away from this house never last long enough.

/rant over.

note: Really, really wish that some things in life just didn’t get to me so much.