I’m actually sick of this.
I moved into this shit hole when I was 8, I’m now 18, and I’m sitting my A levels.
The council gave us a two bedroom home, so I’ve been forced to share with my siblings for years now. When I turned 16, my mum tried to ask the council if we could put a wall up inbetween two rooms so I could have my own private one.
They never responded, of course they didn’t, they’re useless fucks. So we put the wall up anyway, and although it literally doesn’t block any noise out from the room my two siblings share, I could just about manage a bit more.
My bedroom is right above the kitchen, with cardboard for a floor apparently, because I can hear conversations and every footstep below me. Like literally I can hear what people are saying in the kitchen, I can hear the clink of a fucking spoon against a mug.
Alongside this, I can hear every time my sister FaceTimes her friends and laughs like a hyena, which she seems to be doing 24/7. If she’s not doing that, then she’s playing her electric drums or having her tv on full blast. And if she even so much as moves from her bed, I hear it because the floorboards creak so fucking loud.
I can also hear the neighbours TV from my wall, I can distinctly tell what they’re watching, that’s how thin the walls are.
I’ve got mold growing in my room which we’ve contacted the council about because it’s literally making me feel constantly drowsy, no response of course.
Five people share one bathroom, which also has mold all over it and leaks into the living room below if you spend more than 5 minutes in there, we aren’t allowed to shower more than once every three days because my mum got a warning off the council, after they came to inspect and “fix” the damage from the leak.
I live next to a psycopath neighbour who has literally broken into our house before and strangled my sister when she was 4, and did so another time to try and attack me with a tennis bat. He will repeatedly leave his house at stupid hours in the night, threatening to do all sorts to himself or others, and his parents don’t seem to care that he bothers the entire street, his mum is useless and after the strangling incident she literally said “boys will be boys”.
I’m writing this in because I literally can’t revise. I’ve been trying to cram for my exams, and I’ve got noise constantly coming from the kitchen below me, the neighbours tv on one side, my sisters cackles on the other side, my dog whining at my bedroom door because she’s scared by my mum and her boyfriend arguing.
What the fuck even is this country?!
The local library has been closed for years, so even if I did have someone who could drive me there, I can’t use that. There’s no cafes near me to revise in. Literally nothing, you name it, we haven’t got it.
Done with this country, and moving as soon as I finish uni if I even meet my offer, considering revision to get the right grades for my A levels is impossible in this house.