why are there more dishes.

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why are there more dishes.
ok look that „changes toilet paper role saying ‚i am the backbone of this household‘“ -post is funny yes but also this is the 3rd time in a short time im entering the bathroom and an empty toilet paper role is mocking me like GUYS get ur shit together wtf.
Struggling
I live in a first floor flat. I've never much been a fan of flat living but moving home it was literally the only thing I could afford (yay expensive area).
My downstairs neighbour who is usually a fairly chill guy has started complaining more in recent months. Yesterday he exploded at my boyfriend saying the kitten kept him up (he weighs less than a kilo, somehow I don't think he's that noisy), he can hear everything, he complained that the bed squeaks when I turn over in it, he complained about the fact we have pets when we aren't allowed them here - a bone of contention for me because I paid my solicitor to get that clause removed so 🖕 and then even went on to be like everyone is loud now and complained about the 3 months old baby crying across the hall from me.
Now I get it. When you're tired and annoyed you bite. But a) this is my flat. I own it 100%. My boyfriend just lives here. So if you have a problem come to me. B) it's a kitten, it's gonna be a little loud for a few weeks, but we are doing everything we can to get him to stop, and c) this has full blown triggered my anxiety. I now feel unwelcome in my own home. Every little noise we make after 9pm I am cringing at. I am crying in bed at night I'm so stressed out. And I've even been looking at moving when I really can't afford to but I just want to get out of here. I hate living in a flat. I always have. And now I just hate it even more. I hate confrontation too so I can't even go over there and be like look, talk to me and let's get this out. Because I'll cry. Cause I cry when I am stressed out.
So if anybody has a spare £50k lying around that would be grand, then I could sell my flat and buy this nice little one bed cluster house I've found down the road. Cool. Thanks.
the degree of sleep deprived I am currently experiencing is messaging my house mate “dream of bedbugs tonight,” which results in him cackling, a sound which I can hear two rooms over.
my sister listens to Reggae and Dub now which is decent music and i do enjoy listening along for a while but half the time i go « why is this so slow??? »
anyway. she is making pancakes with her sourdough discard right now and Holy Fuck are they amazing.
“what kind of creature is he” -mom abt my sister’s boyfriend
one of my neighbours sings apparently <3