Through with this BS!

I have fucking had it. And all over a bloody laundry basket too! My laundry basket is *NOT* a bin! I freaked out because she used my laundry basket for fucking garbage! And I don't care if there was a bag separating the basket from the garbage.

I guess this has been brewing for a while. I don't lose my cool that often. But I've been sitting like an ass and whining continuously. It's time to take some action! I give myself 8.5 months; that's financially viable. It's necessary because if I don't do it, I'm going to rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it until I fucking get that I have to do this!