I made a sandwich for breakfast. hot cup of coffee. decided to take a nice long shit before i fill my stomach again. But what do I find when I return to my room? My plate was moved, my sandwich wasnt in the same place, and there was a bite missing. Like I wasnt going to remember I hadnt bitten my sandwich yet?
So not only did you go into my room without asking me, you waited until I wouldnt be around, you touched my food (huge deal) and you took a fucking bite? What the fuck made you think that was alright?
When they have something heavy to be lifted, or they need help with homework, they’re super nice to me. But the rest of the time they glare at me, ignore me, or talk shit about me right outside my room. These walls are paper thin. You assume I don’t understand because you speak spanish most of the time? But it’s cool, keep running your mouth. I only show you respect because we live under the same roof. Don’t expect the same treatment in the future.
I just want to live alone. Outside of New York. I’m so sick of New York.