Flatmate issues.

I don't trust my flatmate. I don't trust my neighbours. And therefore, for me, it is a massive issue that my flatmate invites neighbours inside. It's actually more of an issue that one neighbour in particular invites himself inside, and then she doesn't tell him to leave. And I don't feel like I can say anything. What really worries me is that he's constantly asking about my TV. I didn't buy my TV, it was gifted to me from CLS, who for some reason decided that television is a necessary part of life. With this flatmate here, I barely watch it because I don't want to be in the same room as her, but his constant questions about the TV worry me. And him being in my house, uninvited, doesn't help.

I heard her on the phone to one of her friends earlier today, apparently she's slept with one of my other neighbours. Ew. Definitely not somewhere I would go, but hey, to each their own.

There are still clean dishes on the bench despite there being cupboard space.

She still listens to loud music when she thinks I'm either out or not listening. Her room still smells of tobacco smoke, and furthermore, currently there's hair dye all over the surfaces in the bathroom from her attempting to dye her hair at home.

I DO NOT FEEL GOOD ABOUT THIS.

I can't wait for her to leave. I'm trying my very hardest to be tolerant, and every time I get close to managing it, she does something new, or repeats something old, making it impossible for me. I can't live with someone this dirty, this promiscuous, and this open with people who are not trustworthy.

It's like living a nightmare. I want to live on my own again, this is horrible. It just makes me feel yucky.

Mum and Nana might come over tomorrow and Leisa's taking me to the beach on Wednesday.

I just feel so gross, and I cannot cope with this flatmate.