I am fed up. I am emotionally drained. I feel a prisoner living in my childhood house with my berating sister

And I don't want to go back to where I was living.

We'll get our own place soon. I wish I could be there for you more brosis. I'm just - drained

My concerns at work regarding a coworker who is not only lazy but a complete asshole are ignored.

I feel it has something to do with my being a woman. To the boss I'm just a girl complaining about a man being mean

socalramen: I don't even want to be me right now. I am not in a good place.

I'm going to a specialist on Tues about this sore in my mouth that I've had for a couple years. I'm terrified it's cancer. I almost want it to be.

I mean I am forgetful all the time and there's this rancid order coming from my room.

...On account of having three cats who have to stay cooped up in my room all night because apparently they piss all over the house otherwise. Oh but her pets are free to roam.

Or maybe it isn't the cats, maybe it's me. She pretty much already said I'm leeching all the resources.

Got into a fight with her. I am not good in verbal conflict. I mean I hardly ever know what to say when speaking. I told her I've been making sacrifices to make ends meet, and haven't seen her sacrifices.

She blew up in my face.

I'm not cleanliness enough for her, I'm not fitting her peferct roommate ideal, her, her her.