complaining again
I wish I had my own room.
I've wished to have my own room since I was a child. I mean, I still am a child. Not to anyone anymore. if that's the case, adult women need their own space!
I remember watching TV shows with girl's my age now and their rooms had green walls and pink curtains. They had a closet full of clothes they liked to wear, and they'd invite their friends over to have slumber parties. They got to lock their doors and be alone with themselves whenever they wanted.
But those are just TV shows. I share a room with my sister. I've been forced to share a room with her for the entirety of my teenage years. The last time I had my own room; my bed was made of pink plastic, and I owned a cardboard box full of barbies.
Waking up in a small bedroom for 1 person knowing the space isn't mine and I'll never get to have one really does something to you. I can't sing or dance in my own room as a teenage girl, I can't have any downtime, I can't cry, I don't have any privacy, I never will. I want to accept it but it's hard to.
You get used to sharing a room at some point, and I was for a bit. Until she decided to hate me. And she really does, I have no idea why. She used to talk about me to her friends online. Maybe she resents me because we've shared a room together for so long. I try not to be upset with her either. I just wished she took how I felt into consideration too.
"Sister, please stop shifting and rocking back in forth in your bed, you're messing up the wood and scratching the floor."
"No"
"Sister, please stop talking out loud and singing throughout the day, we share a room, and I'd like 1 second of quiet"
"No"
Between the shifting and rocking and talking and singing it's never quiet in here and that's all I want.
Just go into the living room? This cheap apartment has walls made of paper and the couch I'm not supposed to sit on is against the wall of my mother's room.
Between her music and tv and singing and crying,
Between the next doors neighbor's dog barking and their music their arguing
Between the upstairs neighbor's children crying and their stomping their banging it's never quiet out there and that's all I want.
If I had my own room, I'd blast my cd's and drown out their noise, I'd be able to lock my door and dance, I could cry and laugh and I'd just be alone, that's all I want. But everything is happening everywhere, and I have nowhere to be alone and think.
I've wished to have my own room since I was a child. I mean, I still am a child. Not to anyone anymore. if that's the case, adult women need their own space!
I remember watching TV shows with girl's my age now and their rooms had green walls and pink curtains. They had a closet full of clothes they liked to wear, and they'd invite their friends over to have slumber parties. They got to lock their doors and be alone with themselves whenever they wanted.
But those are just TV shows. I share a room with my sister. I've been forced to share a room with her for the entirety of my teenage years. The last time I had my own room; my bed was made of pink plastic, and I owned a cardboard box full of barbies.
Waking up in a small bedroom for 1 person knowing the space isn't mine and I'll never get to have one really does something to you. I can't sing or dance in my own room as a teenage girl, I can't have any downtime, I can't cry, I don't have any privacy, I never will. I want to accept it but it's hard to.
You get used to sharing a room at some point, and I was for a bit. Until she decided to hate me. And she really does, I have no idea why. She used to talk about me to her friends online. Maybe she resents me because we've shared a room together for so long. I try not to be upset with her either. I just wished she took how I felt into consideration too.
"Sister, please stop shifting and rocking back in forth in your bed, you're messing up the wood and scratching the floor."
"No"
"Sister, please stop talking out loud and singing throughout the day, we share a room, and I'd like 1 second of quiet"
"No"
Between the shifting and rocking and talking and singing it's never quiet in here and that's all I want.
Just go into the living room? This cheap apartment has walls made of paper and the couch I'm not supposed to sit on is against the wall of my mother's room.
Between her music and tv and singing and crying,
Between the next doors neighbor's dog barking and their music their arguing
Between the upstairs neighbor's children crying and their stomping their banging it's never quiet out there and that's all I want.
If I had my own room, I'd blast my cd's and drown out their noise, I'd be able to lock my door and dance, I could cry and laugh and I'd just be alone, that's all I want. But everything is happening everywhere, and I have nowhere to be alone and think.