I want to walk around in my own home in my pj pants/shorts and a tank top and not feel self conscious.
I want to eat the food I buy for myself.
I want to be comfortable leaving my purse or wallet on my kitchen counter or living room couch. Or in my entryway or staircase or bathroom or refrigerator or ... anywhere that isn't under the bed I'm sleeping on!
I want my house to not smell like cigarettes and weed.
I want to get a full day's sleep without being woken up by loud phone conversations and ridiculous video game sounds.
I want to listen to my music while getting ready for work and not feel stupid for singing along and jammin' out.
I want to not be too embarrassed by my messy house to have my boyfriend come over and keep me company.
I don't want to feel I have to put on makeup and brush my hair every time I leave my room for the kitchen or living room.
I want my bathroom door attached to the wall.
I want to feel safe and comfortable in my own home.
Why are people treating me like an irrational, greedy lunatic?
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