I’m trying to hit this deadline, along with everything else that I have to do.
It’s nice to see that you think that all the things I do is just bullshit and it doesn’t matter to you what happens whether I complete them or not.
He was right, he knows that one day because of all this I will eventually be so sick of it and just move out.
I’m trying my best to take care of you to make sure everything in the house is easier yet you can’t understand when I need the day to do work and you rush me out of the house instead.
Thanks.