My family was the most barn ridden animals alive
>be me
>around 14 or 15 at the time
>house is disgusting
>stacks of dishes, moldy counter tops, dusty floors, you name it
>decides i'm going to do something about it
>wake up at 2:00am
>sweep, wash dishes, deep clean tables, ect.
>takes me 2 hours, just for the living room and kitchen
>when done, went back in my room and hide till morning
Continue?
tell us of your wretched disgusting family members.
check mah dubs
bump
There's no way you cleaned all that in two hours.
Bumpin fo dat interest
tell us more
I can empathize, continue.
Sympathize*
Bump
go on you asshat
ok guys
>be next morning
>hear family being impressed at my cleaning
>I walk out of my room, pretending not knowing anything
>"annon look, someone cleaned the kitchen"
>"wow, looks nice doesn't it? maybe we should keep it clean" I reply
>step mom agrees
>within no less then an two hours, family leaves their filth everywhere slowly
>dishes start piling, food is left out, ect.
>everytime I leave my room to go get something it got a little worse
>repeat cleaning ninja mode from last night, again
>this time I get the laundry room too
>takes me around an hour this time, cause less filth
>go back into my room and wait for morning
continue?
And then...
Please
just keep going op no need to ask
stop asking to continue and just tell us your story fag
Quit stopping you fag. keep going
...
Of course continue!
Moar pls
go on u cunt
I don't know why but I need to hear more
op killed himself with a toxic piece of mouse
the end
op is fag
alright
>get up before family this time
>decides to make myself breakfast
>actually enjoy being awake in my own home for once
>step mom wakes up and sees me
>"annon did you clean up?"
>"no, i'm just enjoying it"
>I regret ever saying that
>"well me and your father are just happy someone is doing it"
>this cycle of cleaning and family being animals continues for a month until school starts again
>I think of a plan to keep going, I do not want to go back to the filth
yeah there's no need to stop faggot
just tell us the whole story, we are all interested
who taught you how to clean? you were born into and raised in filth - so you say - so who taught you cleaning methods and techniques?
Hurry the fuck up you slow typing faggot
continue?
Trueth dath
Fucking yes, you slow kike.
>they found out it was me.
>the end
he's right you know.
>alma mater Kingston Cleaning Masters University
op you fucking nigger learn to pretype shit you fucking sperglord piece of shit
Yes stop asking just type
while we wait for OP, do you guys want to read some of my "journey through depression" journal entries?
op stop sucking cock for a sec and finish the story
annnnd trips
Sure user
oh god no
no
Fuck no you goofy bitch!!!!
annnnd your retarded
Man the irony
You're* also checked
typing it all out in short sections to update faster
>School starts
>work isn't that hard yet so I continue to clean at night every other day
>friends at school notice i'm getting more tired each day
>school work starts slipping
>I cant keep doing this
>decides to only clean on weekends, to save my grades
>first thing I see when I get home is my sister got a dog
>fuck
>"look annon, her name is Pua"
>small little beagal walks up to me and barks
>I shrug and I just hope it wont get in the way as I walk to my room
op can you stop being such a cunt for a day and finish the story
still slow as fuck you fucking cunt
continue?
Fuck it, gotta bump the thread with something, go ahead.
Day one.
Today i woke up at 7am and felt quite sad and melancholy. I went to make breakfast and ate one boiled egg, i then made a cup of coffee with no sugar to help me wash down my medication.
I then contemplated life and friendship for an hour. My mother interrupted me with a plea to "go outside and play". But how can i play mother, when my existence is pain and misery? Tell me mother. Tell me.
>cont.
Continue, you slow-typing faggot
tl;dr
That looks just like my brother's apartment.
>MFW I had to help him move recently.
Dont cont, pleeease
You at a boiled egg for breakfast and drank black coffee?
Now we know why you're so sad, get some fruity pebbles ffs
I know it's a brain disorder and all, but holy shit that sounds melodramatic as fuck.
You cunt, I didn't request this. It was a 2/1 vote.
Plus how old were you why your mother told you to go play outside? You some kind of fuckin' weirdo or something.
whatever u say satan
You're a fucking nigger. You know how bland this shit is? This is most of our lives you faggots, that shit isn't worth remembering let alone writing about
checkdd
do you even understand what is meant by methods and techniques? cleaning from the top going down, how to properly sweep and swab a deck without simply moving the dirt around? these are all learned skills, that means someone/something teaches you. usually one learns this as a child from a grownup in the home.
that being said-since OP states he was basically born and raised in a filthy environment my question of how he learned to clean was viable.
now i'm curious as to how you thought your little smartassed implication that i was speaking about a cleaning universty was at all humorous?
Hey, stop trying to impersonate me you unknown speed typing faggot
Youre still fucking slow, you slow typing faggot
daerht\
join the club
>my existence is pain and misery
What the fuck are you? A 14 year old girl?
Suck a fucking dick you pleb. Go on, get.
I wish to add another "no" vote
k, slowtyping fag here
>weekend comes
>wake up at 2:00am
>start my normal cleaning when the dog get up
>I hear it walking to me
>oh shit
>the dog starts running around and barks occasionally
>I do not finish cleaning all the way because dog
>I go back to bed
>family wakes up and sees house only half clean
>house gets more and more dirty over time due to my half ass cleaning and school work
see if this story ends with you fucking the dog
nvm don't cont. your story sucks and you're taking forever to type it out you downy cunt
Continue???
Story is gonna end with you killing the dog and letting the house become disgusting.
see
You type to fucking slow. Hurry up and get to the part where you kill the dog and fuck your sister on top of its still warm corpse.
Then you killed the dog. Good job OP. Fuck filthy indoor pets.
No, no, I have faith.
Let's see where this goes.
Day two of the depression chronicles (i renamed it)
Today i woke up at 2am and immediately started crying. I don't know why. My father asked me if was ok through the door, but i could tell from him voice that my weeping had woken him. He opened the door and just stared at me. I looked up at him from my covers with bleary eyes and he slowly closed the door. I cried even harder. I heard him go into his office and turn on some music. Cat Stevens.
For breakfast i had some oats, then i went to my room and played overwatch. Some guy was bragging about his top 500 spray, this made me very upset because i tried so very hard to get to that level myself but couldn't get past rank 30.
I took my medication with a glass of water and played some more overwatch.
>cont.
kek'd
WTF OP, this better be leading somewhere good! I could be wasting my time elsewhere!
cool story, although I not believe it for a second to be true story
tl;dr
Enough of this fucking shit
CONT YOU CUNT
>but couldn't get past rank 30.
You dumb fucking cunt you should kill yourself if you're rank 30
I started the season at 50 and made my way to 65 and that was easy as shit you downy motherfucker.
i think the source of your depression might be lack of flavour
DO NOT FEED THE TROLL
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!
NOW I HAVE TO GO WASH MY EYES OUT!
Day three of the depression chronicles
I woke up at 11am today and took my pills immediately. I knew it was going to be a bad day. I decided that i would go outside and visit the antique store, i really liked to sit in the old chairs and read my books. The owner told me to leave just as i sat down. This was very frustrating because i had a fresh coffee from the cafe next door and it would get cold if i had to find another place to sit. I decided to just go back home and play overwatch.
Mom asked me how my day was. I told her that every day is hell and i want to die. She told me to clean my room. She doesn't understand.
>cont.
this is op
tl;dr
This is how I know your family doesn't have a hoarder. My mom would yell for fucking hours if some piece of candy wrapper got moved even an inch. It is a crippling problem that has dissolved our family relationship.
What did I just watch twice??
final part
>over three months pass since I stopped cleaning regularly
>half ass cleaning attempts on weekends do nothing compared to family filth
>house becomes more filthy because parents get more lazy
>devise a plan to do a mega clean of the house when winter break comes
>first night of winter break
>start cleaning at midnight
>takes me 4 hours to completely clean the whole house, minus my family's rooms
>everyone wakes up not impressed at all
>they're too use to everything being cleaned over night
>they think it just happens
>I decide to stop cleaning all together and just let the filth roll over me
>fuck my lazy family
if you want I can tell you about my family's bedrooms (in separate thread)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my gooooddddddd you whiny bitch, shut the fuck up
kys
how are you so cucking cucked OP? all that time spent cleaning your retarded family's house, you could have been cleaning other peoples houses for money. which you could have then used to rent your own place
YOU BITCH
what the fuck OP? that's it? that's your shitting story?! GTFO.