I wish Peter Andre would fuck off my TV, along with TOWIE, Geordie Shore and every other crap dumb program about dumb people doing dumb things.

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God, my housemate is a lazy twat.

He drinks every day, he leaves all the fucking lights on, he brings back mates until early in the morning shouting and listening to loud music above my bedroom. I had to phone up the landlord today about some problems with the flat and he’s coming around tomorrow at 9am which means I have to get up a little early. I thought it was fair enough to ask my housemates to get up with me being as it’s their flat too.

One of them is at his boyfriends tonight. The other I asked earlier and he said it was his day off but we’ll speak about it later so I text him just saying:

“hey the landlord is coming at 9 tomorrow instead of half 8. i would appreciate it if you got up for half an hour because it’s your flat as well as mine. ryan is at bens so i don’t want to be the only one having to get up because that’s not fair, is that okay?”

And he sent back:

“not really cos there’s only the window i’m bothered about… it’s my day off tomorrow :/”

How lovely of him really?! To put himself out and help me for a change? But no… HE gets a day off a week from university, I don’t. But because I have uni for the day, it makes sense for him to stay in bed and me sort out the stuff. What a selfish prick! I’m so angry and I have no one to talk to about it.

And do you know where he is?

He’s out drinking. For the third night in a row.

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I don’t know what to do rant.

Yes yes, here I am with another rant about my fucking house mate who I dislike more every day. How many times should I have to ask someone to clean their drunken piss and hair off the under-rim of the toilet seat? Is it really that hard? Just get off your fucking arse and help me out for a change, instead of thinking about yourself. 

But no, it’s all me. I just need to chill out and relax and have fun.

Oh I’m sorry. I’ll just go put on my party hat and lick your piss off the seat to the tune of Happy Mondays.

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What do you do when your flatmates a slob?!

I’m going crazy. He’s forcing me to turn into his nagging woman because HE WON’T DO ANYTHING so then I have to ask him and HE STILL DOESN’T DO IT so it prompts me to ask again. It would be so much easier if he was a horrible guy because then I’d just give him a piece of my mind, but we do actually get on and he is a nice guy, he’s just a fucking lazy-arsed idol slob.

• He must take some sort of pleasure in leaving lights on. They are on EVERYWHERE. Most days I come home to find every single light on apart from mine and our other room mates bedrooms, whether he’s in the flat or not. This includes the bathroom, the hall, the kitchen, the lounge, his bedroom AND his bedroom lamp. Don’t even ask! Seriously. I got back 2 hours ago and I’ve had to turn the bathroom light off three times. And it’s not like you could suggest me telling him it bothers me, I tell him all the time. I ask him to turn them off, there’s even LIGHT written on paper taped on to the wall by his bedroom but it makes no difference.
• He doesn’t clean. Therefore I have to clean. The sink is full of stuff that’s been sitting there for days/weeks. It’s gotten to the point where I’m keeping my own stuff in my room. I was washing up everything because he wouldn’t do it, so then I started washing up just my own but then he’d use that and leave it dirty! The bathroom sink/toilet/bath is covered in dark hair/pubes/urine… (I’m blonde, so go figure that it’s not mine.) This is both of them and I’m the only one that HAS TO CLEAN IT because I don’t wanna use it when it’s in the state it is.
• He’s so sociable he can’t spend a day on his own. For the past 2 weeks he’s had various groups of people staying with us. Living with us. It’s all fun and games until you miss being able to chill out in the lounge that you’re paying for because it’s littered with alcohol, cannabis and random people sleeping on the sofas/floor.

I feel like refusing to pay the same amount of money for the bills as him because it’s not fucking fair! I know I must look petty towards him but seriously, it’s a fucking mess and it’s doing my head in. And then when you try telling him/asking him, he gets really defensive and tells me I worry too much.

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I apologize in advance for this rant:

How am I going to cope in a household for one year if I don’t even like my housemate after three weeks? This is ridiculous. I have genuine dislike for this boy. He’s actually not very nice, and he’s very insecure. I don’t mind insecurity at all, even I’m insecure! But he’s not harmless with it, he has the ability to cause harm and that’s what pisses me off.

He acts like he’s better than you, he makes comments when someone is fat or ‘ugly’. He won’t tell you where he’s going and wants his friends to be HIS friends and no one elses. He told my other house mate that he’s only living with us because we’re good looking. He even made a joke that I should move out and this really enthusiastic good looking girl to move in. He said both as a joke but he obviously means it and it’s not funny to me, it’s actually quite hurtful. He doesn’t speak to me outside of the flat, he rarely speaks to me IN the flat. We’re actually in the same class/group for the next 2 weeks but instead of commuting with me, he just leaves and I see him there and it’s like I’m invisible. Not that I WANT him to commute or talk to me, but how much easier would it be to have a housemate that’s a friend?!

It’s really getting me down. I just spent the evening at a house down the road belonging to friends I’ve met at Central and it cheered me up at the same time as making me feel shit, because I saw what I’m missing out on. There are 6 of them, and they sit and laugh together, they travel together, they play games and do quizzes together, they even have a video blog! What do I do when I get home?

Go to my room.

Fuck that.

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It’s really shit.

I’m at a house belonging to some students who’ve invited me over but it’s making me feel shit because they’re all really nice and get on really well… and it’s basically making me realise what I’m missing out on because I dislike my house mate. He’s just not a nice person and it’s not fun! My other housemate is nice but he always wants go to out and have a drink - there is no one to chill with and talk to.

I’m on the look out for a guy who can chill with me in bed and watch a movie and be there to talk to, otherwise I’m gonna EXPLODE. :@

I literally haven’t felt this shit in a long time.

I’m so incredibly homesick and I feel genuinely down and depressed.
I thought this year would make everything better, what with going to Africa, working in America and living in London but now that I’m here and I don’t feel like I can talk to my housemates, I feel more alone than ever.

I really really miss my family, I rely on them to make me feel better and they aren’t around and I don’t know when I’ll next see them. Even when I skype them, it won’t be the same. My house mates keep bringing back friends and one h/m kept making jokes about how his friend should move in and me out, and even though he insists it’s just banter, it really fucking hurts because I know there must be some truth behind it.

I don’t click with people easily any more and the people I really like here live with others and have their own friends. I’m just so scared I won’t enjoy it here, and I’ve got another year to go in this household. I mean… I love the flat and one of my housemates is cool - he’s just so laid back that I don’t feel he’d understand how I felt anyway but I don’t feel that close to him, and the other I just don’t really like. I mean, if we watch X Factor, he just insults everyone that comes on screen because of their weight or the fact they’re ugly, so it makes me wonder… what the hell does he say about me?! Plus, it’s so hard living with two boys. One is always leaving lights on/electricity and doesn’t do the washing up much, it’s stressing me out!

I need familiarity and I don’t have it and I feel like crying all the time. I mean I’m crying right now and can’t seem to get rid of this weighted feeling in my chest.

I need some help and I don’t know how to get better.
I’m so fed up of feeling like this. Nothing helps. 

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This is going to be a controversial post.

Please be aware that this is my opinion and I’m not trying to offend anyone so I’m going to put it in the nicest way possible.

Britain isn’t Britain any more.

I’m not ignorant enough to think that coloured people aren’t British, nationality-wise they certainly are, but not ethnically. I live in Tamworth by the way, it’s about an hour away from Birmingham which is, like any other UK city, incredibly multi-cultural. If you go to American, you mostly see Americans, if you go to Australia, it’s mostly Australians, the same with Africa, but if you go to England, you see EVERYONE. Whilst this can be great because we get to learn about many different cultures and religions, it’s also very overwhelming when, like I did today, you walk past a bus stop and out of about 20 people, there’s only one white person. And they aren’t tourists, they live here.

I remember when we came back from our holiday in America last year, we were queuing to get past border control and a guy next to me who had moved to New Zealand (hypo-critical enough in itself, I know) said he hadn’t been back in about 9 years and he didn’t recognise it anymore. This is because we were just about the only white people in this really long queue of passengers… in England. I’m all for learning about different people, but it’s getting to the point or it’s gone past the point where they are taking over. 

I don’t mind when they are obviously hard-working people who try their best to fit in and don’t live off our taxes. For some months this year, I have been working at my Mum’s criminal firm in Birmingham archiving all the files from the past. 80% of those files are from people with names like Mohammed and Hussein, I can’t count the amount of times I’ve filed people under those names. And I hate it, because it leads me straight to the thought of terrorism, and that is wrong of me, but those are the names associated with it and I find myself asking, why are they allowed in to our country and are allowed to get away with it? Even though they’ve tried to put a stop to it now, some solicitors that work where I do give bus money out to the criminals. WHY DO THEY DESERVE IT? If they’re getting it, shouldn’t I? A respectable young student moving to London in a very expensive flat, why aren’t I being given money if people who rape, steal and assault other people get given money. It’s not fair.

Also, on September 11th a group of extremist-Muslims (note that I said extremist, I’m not narrow-minded enough to think that all Muslims are pro-terrorism, infact 99% of them are lovely people) protested outside the US embassy saying that all American’s are going to hell, right next to a service for the UK citizens who died in 9/11. And they were allowed. if you hate our country, get out of it. We’re giving you a place to live, and you’re abusing it.

Fuck, it pisses me off.

I’m sorry.

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I’m showing all the symptoms of pregnancy, but I’m definitely not.

It’s so frustrating! For the past 2 months my period hasn’t come or has been late, I feel queasy a lot and I’m so fucking bloated I look fat in ALL my dresses so I’m in a bad mood for tonight now. ¬_¬

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I hate it when parents get involved. I really hate it!

It’s none of their business and when I’ve done everything I can to be a good person, I still get the shit for it. It’s so unfair and childish.

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What do you do if you can’t even help yourself?

I don’t mean this to be a deep meaningful attention-seeking post, I just don’t know who I am. I contradict myself in every possible way, I want something and then I don’t want it. I want someone to actually give a damn about me and then when they do, something in me does everything it can not to let me get close to them.

I feel really really hollow. What do I do when it takes me fucking hours to find the drive to hug my boyfriend?

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Why do my ‘friends’ think it’s okay not to invite me?

She always hosts the parties and I’ve been to loads of them before, but she had one on Saturday and I only found out about it by seeing pictures on facebook. Her answer to me asking her was ‘I dunno, Josh organized the night out.’

I’m not that close to Josh but I’ve invited her out to my nights out when I didn’t organise it. It’s so rude, does she think that my feelings won’t get hurt?

Selfish selfish selfish.

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I hate how my family assumes that my boyfriend and I are either split up or not getting along, just because we haven’t seen each other in 2+ days.

I don’t have to be with someone 24/7 to prove we’re in a relationship. Am I the only one who enjoys spending time on my own?! I NEED SPACE.

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I have lost nearly all my faith in celebrity couples.

OBVIOUSLY the likes of Jordan and Jolie are not going to help with the faith thing, but I’m used to that. COURTNEY COX AND DAVID ARQUETTE HOWEVER? Now I’m not one for magazine celebrity gossip but I loved these guys. Now all I need is for Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis to break up and my faith will go completely.

Oh and by the way, THEY WILL NEVER BREAK UP.
I don’t even care if I am a fan and they don’t know me, if I ever so much as hear the world ‘split’ in relation to Johnny or Vanessa, I will personally march over to their house and GLUE THEM TOGETHER.

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