I dislike you being here, more so when you’re not working. Your room smells and, sometimes, so do you. You eat and drink anything you please without regards to us who live here, too.
You’re lazy and want things done for you; for someone your age, maybe you shouldn’t be living on your own. You’re a slob and messy. The only time i ever see you clean anything is when you’re expecting company; how often is that again???
You think you know everything, seem to think you’re better than everyone, too. Maybe the latter isn’t true, but that’s how you present yourself to be.
Iknow you’re scared of me – it’s the reason you won’t say squat to my face when you’re _______ with me. But i’m not scared of you, don’t care who you think you are or what you think you deserve. Nothing in life comes free and I sure as hell won’t be handing you anything.
I’m not a moocher. I’m not lazy. I’m not a slob. and I sure as hell don’t smell like you.
I want nothing more than to have a place for _____. But that seems impossible with you being here. And while I understand the necessity for your being here, I’m growing to dislike it more and more.
I can’t wait ’til _____ finishes _______. I can’t wait ’til you move out. I hope at some point you realize that growing up and maturing is part of life, that you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you.
Stop saying you know everything; for once in your damn life listen to people who are trying to help you. Maybe that’ll inspire you to grow a spine and stand up on your own two feet.
Your biggest problem is this: you depend on others too much and they are more than willing to let you consistently fall back on them.
Don’t play your sympathy card with me. I have very little for you.
Grow up and get a life.