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I want to go home. It's been one day and I already want to go home. I hate this stupid fucking recliner and this stupid fucking house and everything. My dad and Nikki got themselves kicked out of the house they were renting with Laura because they didn't put up the drywall like they were supposed to and now they have to find a new one to rent and I'm done. They were talking about Laura being weird and saying they have too much food and that they don't have too much food. Yeah, they have too much food. Then when my grandma was like "she has a point, you do have a lot of food" Nikki goes "well we have food for the kiddos too and they eat a lot"

What the fuck???

I have like one meal a day here??!!?

We eat a lot?!

You can shove that right back up of your ass where it came from.

All they had to do was do their part, keep clean and be nice and I guess that was too much to handle?

I'm so sick of everything.

This recliner is the most uncomfortable thing ever. I just want to go home and get in my bed and be with my family and my lizard I want to go home

I cry too much oh my lord

I'm sick of coming to cramped apartments with shitty furniture to sleep on or disgusting houses with trash everywhere and a floor to sleep on every other weekend is it too much to ask for a bed? All I want is something flat to sleep on not this lumpy fucking recliner that barely goes down