26
26 more days until I’m no longer at the mercy of the decisions of 3 people, who only think they’re the only ones in the house. 26 more days of wondering who’s going to be spending the night on the couch that night. 26 more days of wishing that person would just go home, so I can have a living room in the morning. 26 more days of being barked at when I get home. 26 more days of door slamming. 26 more days of wondering who has a key. 26 more days of being kept up late by their noise.
26 more days until there’s no outdoor sounds. 26 more days until seeing my girlfriend is as easy as going down the street.