I love the dangerous gamble Flynn has to take when he leaves me alone in the house. He’s gone food shopping because all we’ve been eating is cereal for the past three days. It’s risky business for him. Who knows if the apartment won’t be on fire when he comes back?  In advance: It wasn’t me. It was the cat.

My flat mate has her friend over and I really hate her and I don't want to go get food until she leaves in case she tries to talk to me even though I'm super hungry

do you ever just feel like someones sounding board and then we you talk to them you feel like they’re not even listening or caring? and you don’t know if just the anxiety talking or if they actually care?

I can't wait for the day I can finally move out of this flat and away from my flatmate.