i am bra-less, i still have a bonnet on, and my hair is poking out.i finally leave my room to go feed myself, this fücker asks me why im just now cooking, i say cause i just woke up like 2 hours ago, he *****es and moans about how he just on to my stepbrother for sleeping in, Shut up?? im sorry i woke up at 4 AM. if i didnt go back to sleep i wouldve probably slept in longer… anyways i say im cooking potatoes, ok, “I mean shoot if youre gonna make potatoes i can help you cook for everyone in the house”— HELP?? i just told you this is the first fücking time i left my room god damn it im not gonna sit over a stove for like two hours to cook sausage and potatoes with you, shit. i pour a bowl of cereal while hes talking abt this bs, “You seriously pouring cereal? when you said you were gonna make potatoes?.” YES. BECAUSE IM NOT COOKING FOR THIS WHOLE DAMN FÛCKING HOUSE “im gonna stop buying cereal, see how long you survive with that” the first damn bowl ive has in literally a month