Annoyance.

The room upstairs is about to be renovated. I want to paint it a deep purple. Like eggplant purple. My mother doesn’t want me to, saying it’s already small, it should be painted with something light, blabbity blah. But it’s gonna be MY room. I never had a room. I sleep downstairs. On the sofa. Gaaah.

I should just move out. Really. I gave up asking them to fix that room because I wanted my own place. Now that I am intent on moving out, they decided to fix the damn thing. I’m not gonna make them pay the place I’ll be moving into anyway. Of course I have to find a job first. Which I am doing right now.

Sigh. I’m hungry. I’m gonna cook me some eggplant.