Basically, they’re living in our flat and I’m paying my third of the rent while not living there because I need to keep working in London to afford it until my loan comes through. And I have the smallest room because it’s the only one I can afford because I’m having to do this crazy house thing on a student loan while they’re both working full time, so obviously they can afford bigger rooms than me. Only thing is this room doesn’t have room for a wardrobe, so in the contract the landlord explained that the cupboard in the corridor is the wardrobe for whoever has the small bedroom. Only, now they’ve moved in, and I’ve pointed this out, my boyfriend told me that our friend has called dibs on that cupboard because he has no wardrobe in his room.

WELL SORRY BUDDY, BUT YOU CAN MOVE YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WARDROBE AND GO AND BUY A WARDROBE OF YOUR FUCKING OWN WITH THE WAGES FROM YOUR FULL-TIME JOB BECAUSE YOU SURE AS HELL HAVE ENOUGH GODDAMN MONEY TO DO SO CONSIDERING I’M SUBSIDISING YOUR COUNCIL TAX THAT I’M TECHNICALLY AS A STUDENT EXEMPT FROM JESUS CHRIST I’M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE MY ALLOCATED PRIVATE SPACE ALONE.

And this is the moment in which I realise I have tremendous issues. I do. Huge ones. Regarding personal, private space, and the fact that I’m paying for that cupboard so it’s fucking well mine. The fact that my stuff is in that flat with other people and I’m not there to look after it. The fact my boyfriend’s talking about us ‘basically living in the same room anyway’ and that’s making me seriously fucking uncomfortable because my space is my space and my stuff is my stuff and I’m working hard enough and paying enough money for you to allow me that small basic privilege. 

I have issues, and not enough tissues. Why do these people put up with me? Thank fuck they do.