For the love of all that is good in the world, just GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE KITCHEN!! You make my skin crawl and I think you must realise that I can't stand you, so just get out of the kitchen. You've been in there for almost an hour, microwaving food, sitting and eating, washing up, standing there in silence like the creepy little freak that you are, and now you decide to make a cup of tea. Just FUCK OFF. And I swear, if you start playing that bloody guitar at top volume again I will flip out. You can pretend all you like, that you don't realise how loud it is, but having asked you several times to keep the volume down on your amp I've given up. Now, when you wake me up with your awful talentless strumming, I will just turn my radio up to full volume and bury my head under the pillows to avoid aural bleeding. Likewise, when you started earlier today you heard me slam the living room door, I know you did, because your 'playing' faltered.
In fact, don't get out of the kitchen, get out of the house. None of us really like you. You creep me and her out with your sneaking and eavesdropping, and sitting in the dark pretending you're not home while you look through the windows and doors at us. He doesn't much like you either, but won't say it in as many words because he doesn't like to admit he made a bad choice with letting you move in. The look on his face when you sit practically in his lap to share your computer programming marvels (which, I'm sorry to say, are about as good as your guitar playing ie shit), or when you creep into the room and stand silently behind him. Do you not realise just how creepy that is? You stand outside the bathroom door while I'm in the bath. That's not normal. You creep silently into a dark kitchen and stand in silence in there, listening in on a conversation me and her are having - seriously, is your life that empty? Just fuck off. I don't like you.
