and living room anything left around tomorrow is getting burned and thrown out I don’t even care if it’s clothes”.

Alright, I will. I’m sorry that I forgot that my equal share of rent and bills meant that I was entitled to stay in my room and not hang out in the living room or eat my dinner in the dining room/kitchen. I’m sorry that my breakfast this morning (a cup of hot chocolate), the first time I’ve even made anything in this house in probably a week, left a huge mess and that I forgot to wash my mug because the sink was filled with dishes from your and Candace’s breakfast and lunch meals this morning. And for my little pile of laundry that I left in the living room because I was sorting my clothes to wash last night, I just kept it there until I could come home and finish washing my laundry. Not that it doesn’t go unnoticed on the couch full of your clothes or your dishes on the coffee table, it was hidden behind the chair that you pull up close to the television so you can play your ps3 anyways so it wasn’t in the way. I don’t even know what you’re talking about when it comes to the rest of the kitchen or dining room, though. My coat that’s buried under the sweaters that you come home and throw on the chair over mine instead of hanging it up? My shoes that get dirtied by yours because you throw them on top of mine? Nah man, it’s okay. Tonight I’m going to move everything I own in this house to my bedroom. I’ll keep my remaining groceries in my closet on the shelf and I’m probably not even going to bother buying anymore anyway until I can move out. I’ll survive somehow. 
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT