To Whom it May Concern: Privacy

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Well, there is a door there for a fucking reason guys. I'm the only girl out of 7 in the house (Not including my mom and brother's girlfriend). I am allowed to have privacy. All they do is go up to my door and say, "I'm coming in." Fuck, at least ask if you can come in. And if I say no, they come in anyways. I might be changing or some shit like that. They never say, "Okay, I'll come back later" or "Tell me when we can talk" then leave like a decent person.

I'm surprised they haven't walked in on me changing yet. They do this too my mom too. They act like my mom's room is a place to hang out and she has to practically kick them out. There isn't a place in my house where I can have privacy. 

Okay, wtf... Just right now, my brother finally knocks on my mother's door and he won't do that to me? Honestly, there is no more privacy in this world. Fuck, might as well bolt my door shut to keep them out.

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