apartment rant.

I really hate how my neighbors just leave their laundry in the washer. And not come for it for hours. Other people need to wash. If you’re gonna, do laundry fucking do laundry and not come and check on it every three hours. I literally had to wait till one load finished of my laundry so I can put the next in. I have other shit to do also.

Getting the last of my stuff ready

From my mom’s house. Such bitter sweet feeling. I love my mom. So much. Despite the way we argue sometimes.

She doesn’t wanna see me grow up yet. But it has to happen. I’m living on my own with my boyfriend. And it’s the best thing ever.

Although I miss my mom when I’m away. It’s all good I only live a few minutes away.