Today is a Saturday. It is only a little after 9 and I have been up for hours. I have taken my dog for a long walk and am back. Prisoner in my own room. Curtains drawn as the landlord is here. Making noise and doing all the things. I have 7 more days here and 6 nights. This week has been filled with such disrespect to my privacy and my right as a tenant. I am tired, I am cranky, and I am hungry. I do not want to have a conversation and get in between you and your family. You put me in the middle of this situation that I did not ask for. I would not have moved in here if I had known the fucking drama.
But here I am, trying to just keep quiet until I move out. Six more days. Today will be a long day. Listening to Morgan bark as your dad had to bring his dog over here. What a fucking joke. You know I have my dog here. You brought your damn dog here last time as well. This has been my home and now I am trapped. You are stressing my dog out. Can’t you just wait until I am gone to do all the things? No, as that would be respectful, clearly something your family does not know about. I paid my fucking rent. I deserve some fucking peace in my own place. I give it to you. Listen as you rant on your daughter day and night. Just sit in my room and listen to it all. This will be the end of this relationship. I can not beleive you do not understand how disrespectful you have been to me and my dog. All it would take is to put yourself in my shoes for just a fucking minute. But no, you do whatever the hell you want. Take my money and walk all over my freedom and time.
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