I don’t know how much longer I can take living in this shithole of a house.

All the doors are broken – my bedroom door’s broken right off its hinges and the front door, frame and all, could literally be pushed right out of the wall; the ceiling leaks right over my bedroom door everytime it rains/snow melts; I can’t use a heater in my room for a prolonged period of time before the breaker goes off; and there’s a never-ending supply of mouse shit in all the kitchen drawers.

I’m almost certain a significant portion of my bad mood would go away if I could just move out and find a proper place to live in. Unfortunately, the family owns four large dogs, and there aren’t a whole lot of other places available for rent that’ll either accept or be able to house those kind of pets.

I love my dogs, but if I’d known back in 2001 what my housing situation would be like in 2015, I’d have never asked for a dog and would have done everything in my power to convince everyone else in my family against getting one, too.