I can’t talk about this
And I can’t talk about that
And how dare you put something so private on your Facebook page
And then share it with the whole world
Aren’t you afraid
Aren’t you ashamed
You can’t shame me
I did nothing wrong
Take these stories and weep
But please, society, please
Give me validation and peace
Our “new” washer is a piece of $hi* too, I think, as I walk down two flights of stairs, to the broken machine.
The vacuum barely works, and I crawl around on my knees, trying to keep the floors clean.
The dishes are backing up in the sink, a whole days worth, and there’s a leak in the pipes,that makes the room stink.
The smell of garbage permeates from the cabinet in the corner, it’s old and needs to be replaced, just like me.
Our toothbrushes need to be wrapped in plastic, to avoid the mold that grows in the bathroom, due to a lack of ventilation.
In this ancient house, that needs renovation, I feel like I’m suffocating.
via Daily Prompt: Toothbrush