i can't do it alone.

i hope you realise that a lot of my blog titles are from musicals at the moment. there is a reason for this. it's cause i have a musical playlist on spotify and i am completely addicted.

okay. i am afaird i am going to go on yet another rant. and yes it is about my flatmates. again.

i have NO cutlery and NO clean plates.

i have not had clean big plates since gee was here almost two weeks ago.

which, jsyk, i cleaned and put away before i left and when i got back they were used.

basically, i just went into the kitchen to make myself a bit of pitta bread, and i was confronted with this lovely image. my kitchen. is a TIP. and that is only half of the washing up. my cupboard is EMPTY and i try to keep as much of my own stuff clean as possible and if it's not clean it's hidden in my room so no one else has to see my mess. mam says that mess stresses people out, so the fact i have to live like this is just not helping my mood like one bit. i don't even know how i am going to eat dinner tonight since all my stuff is dirty and like other people have been using it.

i just said to margot that i thought the kitchen needed to be sorted and she told me, and i quote that i "needed to sort myself." and that "we all live together so i needed to take some initive." IT'S NOT MY MESS. IT IS YOURS. AND I HAVE TO LIVE IN IT. YOU ARE USING MY STUFF THEN LEAVING IT DIRTY AND EXPECTING ME TO WASH IT AND WHEN I DO YOU JUST USE IT AGAIN.

i am THIS close to just washing all my own stuff then moving everything i own out of the kitchen and keeping it all in a cupboard in my room.