Yeah, Sek clued us into your mom being super strict on how the room is maintained. I'd volunteer to fix shit, but then again I like my mom. For instance, a fireplace dogged in winter makes very little sense to me, especially since you're in snow town. Anyway, since you were a coy shit about the rent until Nelly98 split that shit wide open, I'm now hostile to you pirat. Lack of E.
You can help your parents in ways you cannot imagine, but you don't. It isn't fear, you clearly don't give a shit about their opinions.
Poor Sek talked about "mother" not allowing things, but it's not like an old hag could stop you from mopping and blocking or throwing garbage the fuck outside.
I get in fights with my mom all the god damn time. About sardines, about the TV, about the dog, but you know what the difference between you and me is tarl? I find peace with my mother. She's not a brick wall, she's a human.
We had a good laugh last night talking about her alcoholic sister and sandwich meat. Both of us had to live with that aunt for separate times and it was a hostile life.
You're pretty much in hostile life for the get. How that feel? Like even if we discard the cloud of prison, you're already in hell.
Even if it isn't yours, the space is where you live. Take some fucking pride in it. Not sinful pride, some giving a fuck pride.
Fuckup Tarlson.