Llirieln
Disciple of Prayer
I don't know what to say. Not just today, but every day, consistently please pray. I'm tired when I come home. I'm fine when I leave the house, but I'm tired when I come home. I guess it's because I hate my house, and I hate my roommates. I want to move but I hate the reality of not being able to, I feel annoyed, angry, upset, nervous, pissed off, I don't like everything. I guess I'm still doing that now. Every time I go home for a few weeks, I'm dissatisfied, I don't like it, and I haven't come home quietly even for a day. Opening the door with the key, not closing the front door, leaving the door open without taking off my shoes. I'm talking alone, but I'm not. If I'm talking by myself, I have to talk when I'm alone, or I have to talk quietly so that no one hears, but obviously there's a roommate in the basement, and a roommate lives in the room above, so they can listen to everything in their room. Without taking off my shoes alone, without going up the stairs, without taking off my shoes from below the front door. How could it be a problem? I don't get along with my roommates, we don't see each other, we don't meet, we don't even say hello. My roommates know that I have entered the house when I enter the house; they stay in their room, and when I am in the kitchen, they don't come downstairs or upstairs. When I enter the house, everyone knows that I have entered, and each roommate goes to their room. And when I cook or eat in the kitchen or exercise in the living room on the treadmill, no one comes out and stays in the room. What is my problem? I come home, I don't like something, I don't take off my shoes, I don't close the door, I complain, I get irritated, I grumble, I get mad at the roommates I live with, and I do it for no reason? I don't know how long I'll have to live with my roommates, but until the day I live, don't say I'm tired when I come home! Please pray so that I can work without any accidents when I come home and have a grateful heart. I hate my house every weekend, every Saturday and Sunday, I go to the hotel with my boyfriend, sleep and come back, and on Mondays and Tuesdays, I don't stay at home for a day, I go golfing, I go out to meet people, and I hate my house. I'm addicted to shopping. I know my roommates can hear it, I make a long sigh as soon as I enter the house. I'm doing it purposefully so my roommates can hear it. I get annoyed, grumble, get angry, curse, complain, I don't even take off my shoes underneath, and deliberately ask them to listen on purpose. I sigh when I come home and I'm tired when I come home and complain. Please pray that when I come home, there will be peace, stability, joy, and a desire to rest in my heart. My name is ###.
