Perhaps this is as much I can take and maybe now I should think of going to my parents' house.
This morning started with a thorough cleaning of the room that I need to reside in which needed a bit of scrubbing of the floors and bathroom tiles and the works which I just finished, made breakfast and now I wonder if I really need to put up with the primitiveness of this place when the worst has now passed and I can get back to breathing happily.
What triggered me was the fact that the room I'm being shifted into was made my responsibility to be cleaned. Alright that's fine, I can do it, but the damn place doesn't even have a mirror.
Not a single mirror, no furniture save a bed, no lamps, no tables, no geyser and three broken light fixtures.
I think I want to cry.
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