|Current mood:|| distressed|
|Current music:||Hollow - Submersed|
Just kill me now
So now we have 2 homeless people living in our apartment. Plus another guy that stays there every now and again. I'm so fucking pissed. Yesterday, all that I asked was to have the house to myself so that I could relax and get caught up on laundry.
instead, there are 3 extra people there, all partying and getting all drunk and stupid and loud. Instead of spending the rest of my paycheck on grocery shopping and a big bag of tobacco to last us for the week, John spent all of our money on little boxes of top tobacco and beer and pizza for everybody. So now we are absolutely broke. All five people that were there yesterday did not have any of their own smokes or food. We are now out of cigarettes, out of food, and have 2-3 homeless people just living in my house.
I'm so fucking sick of this shit. Now I'm at work and tears just won't stop streaming down my face. I can't have a professional life at work and have a personal life full of chaos and drunk people. It just doesn't balance out right, especially since I'm a libra. My scales are all out of whack and I just wanna die.