I “love” the fact that my parents think the house is a storeroom. Because they don’t want to get rid of some old furniture, my bro’s room and mine have become storerooms as they rearrange our existing furniture to fit the “new” old additions. *Screams*

Edit: I just came out of the bath. I am dressed in nothing but a towel. COULD YOU AT LEAST LET ME PUT ON SOME CLOTHES BEFORE I SOAK THE CLOTHES? *Facepalms and headdesks*