I’m so sick of catering to my housemates. I want out of this damn house so badly I can’t stand it. I finally got hired for a job that I’ve desperately needed, but been having depression and anxiety problems for so long that it’s taken me a while to get another job.

Now my bf and I can start saving up but I don’t want to live another day here. Renting out my mother’s basement, but another couple lives on the first and second floor, so often loud as anything and then comes to complain when I went up at 6 am to do the dishes since my bf and I accidentally fell asleep last night and didn’t get to them. I went up to do them because I was sure they’d say something to me otherwise and somehow I was loud enough to wake up the girl a half hour early by putting dishes in the dishwasher. How light do you sleep? Maybe close the bedroom door? I know maybe I should have thought about it and at least that I apologized for, but why do they never be considerate and EVERY TIME I make one mistake they have to complain about it when if anything I try to avoid them at all costs and BARELY see them. Oh they say they aren’t mad, but you have to come say something anyway. “Next time try to make sure they’re done by the time I go to work” (he leaves around 3:30). Well yeah I MEANT TO BUT I FELL ASLEEP EARLY excuse me for being tired. I’ve also been having bad headaches at night, another reason I fell asleep. Says he puts dishes in the dishwasher at night, but that’s a lie. He certainly doesn’t always. I should have left it in the sink. I wish we had a kitchen or something in the basement so we didn’t have to go upstairs. I can’t wait to leave this place.

I just can’t understand it. I really can’t. I guess that’s what I get for trying to be considerate and put up with their s***, but they can’t handle one thing. Can’t wait to be woken up numerous times when I’m trying to sleep for work.