The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Quick and ranty A/N

So I'm writing the next part. It'll be out sometime today.

However I dunno if I'm the only one these few thins happen to.

People try to talk to me when I have my headphones in. Obviously I won't be able to hear you. But people continuously try to talk to me. Then whenI realize that they're talking to me, and I pull out a headphone, ten ask them what they said... They get fracking offended because I wasn't listening to them.

Also. My family has this thing that we will move laundry and put it in each others laundry baskets. However recently I've been told to do it myself. But everyone will move each other's laundry. For everyone but me. Then when I inform someone that they need to move their laundry, I get bitched at. Like I need to do their work and my own work. Like they can move my dads or my brothers laundry but they can't move mine. This happens especially when I'm busy writing or busy cleaning my room. But no I need to move it. Because god forbid that someone moves my laundry. God forbid someone touch my underwear, pants, shirts, and bras. Fracking Christ.

Sorry, this just pisses me off. And I'm trying to do all my laundry, and clean my room, I'm taking a break for a moment, but apparently I need to move my own fucking laundry. Even though that gets me away from cleaning my room. Which I do just about every millennia. Like fuck.

*Sighs.*

Sorry about the rant. I'll continue writing the next part when I'm less angry. Or else you get crap writing.

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^