I absolutely hate coming home at night. The house is always a mess and I fell the need that I need to clean it up because I know everyone else just ignores it all.
The rotting food that fell on the floor of the kitchen and kicked off to the side? IGNORED!
The cat shit in the corner of the living room that is the because my sister doesn't ever clean the litter box? IGNORED!
So I clean up the house at 11:00 at night, then go upstairs to go to sleep because I'm fucking tired. OH WAIT! MY BROTHER'S CAT PUKED ON A PILE OF CLEAN CLOTHES AND TOOK A SHIT IN THE CORNER! (again, because he doesn't clean the fucking litter box)
I politely (because I frankly don't have energy to be upset) ask him to clean it up, but he starts spewing excuses about why he shouldn't have to. So I just say "Fuck it! and I clean it up myself"
I really wish I could move out, but alas, I am still in school and can't get a fucking job no matter how hard I try.
Ugh, sorry for the rant, I'm usually not the type to bitch about stuff, but sometimes you just have to, you know?