I fucking hate living with my parents. Been living here since March and I hate it.
For one, I have absolutely zero privacy. My room is more of a den, where there are sliding doors (with windows) and curtains, which you can still see through. On top of that, they're always bugging me about the stupidest things or I hear them arguing over the stupidest things. Note: they clearly wanted to divorce years ago but didn't because they can't financially support themselves individually.
Secondly, times that I want to be alone? Or maybe just have a nice, lazy, quiet day? NOPE. They just keep bugging me about every stupid little thing or asking me questions about stupid shit. Or worse, my five-year old niece - who I do honestly love and enjoy spending time with - will be staying over because Mom babysits. And that's fine, but of course, because she's five years old, never leaves me alone even when I'm all but ignoring her and wanting her to just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I know, I know. Five years old. Still.
Thirdly, it absolutely sucks to have a girlfriend while living with your parents. Absolutely zero chance of any kind of alone time. Which is doubly worse because she also lives with her parents. So right now, we have nowhere to go with all this mutual pent up sexual frustration after being together for almost two months.
And then tonight, I wanted to sit back and watch a movie. A dumb movie - Transformers 4. NOPE. Because even though I had the volume turned down so low that I could barely even hear what people were saying it, my father kept coming out complaining about the noise. Because I swear to fuck, his ears are more sensitive than a fucking dog. So finally, I just said, "Fine. FINE. Here. I'm turning it off, okay? There. I won't even watch it!"