I'm the type of person that has the initiative to tidy up the house when needed. I believe that cleaning is so therapeutic. I love a clean and peaceful place because it lessens the stress I am feeling and calms me down.

But fuck, it's just hard to function and do these things in such a toxic house. You know when you're in the mood to clean and all, but your housemates (parents, siblings, etc) just fuck you up and then you just don't have the energy to do it anymore.

Also, it's just so exhausting cleaning the house when your housmates just don't have compassion over your efforts. Like, after you clean the house, a minute later, it's so messy again. And after all your efforts, they even dare to say something like "tamad" "walang pagkukusa". They're not like "thank you".

I guess this is why I want to have my own space in the future.