One of these days, I’ll be able to use my own bathroom and not have somebody else’s towel hanging on my hook. One of these days, I’ll be able to leave my razor on the little soap shelf without going in and finding somebody else’s razor sitting there instead. One day, I won’t have to take a shower angry thinking about these things, about the hairs on the counter and the shit stains in the toilet.
I have to keep reminding myself this will happen one day. Because if I don’t, I think I’m going to strangle some people.