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l'm getting really tired of being forced into the Parent position by my housemate. I shouldn't need to ask a man in his 30s to take out the trash when it's overflowing, or put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, not the sink. He doesn't work, his job should be keeping common areas clean. AITA?? I don't think I'm asking much... edit: it's been 3 days since the recycle bin started overflowing, thus the title

I promised I'd start journaling more and boy am i not. As for me personally, this year I (not really in order) : moved, had my beloved best furry friend pass away, got adopted by a different dog, got a new partner, lost my career, got a new job, and survived (so far) having my rights debated as if my life is hypothetical, and a pandemic. Ah, 2020: Trans panic is still a legal defense. In some states I can't adopt children. In all 50 I can't donate blood unless I'm abstinent for a (frankly ridiculous)  period of time. In my state restaurants can refuse to serve me. My friends of color are living with the constant threat of unchecked police v

Boy was I a dramatic little fuck. Idk how anyone put up with my theatrics, no wonder my favorite Shakespeare play was Hamlet. Anyway some updates: Pronouns are he/they now. I'm on cymbalta and abilify for my (now diagnosed) psychiatric conditions. bless pharmaceuticals. BIG TW FOR ALL MY PAST JOURNAL ENTRIES (suicide, sexual assault, self harm, and who knows what else, I cant get through them all)