so sick of having no privacy :(

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prev diary entry got deleted when my chromebook randomly decided to restart itself... sad. but i wasn't saying anything important, just venting (who's surprised), and i have a lot more stuff to vent about because of what happened last night.

basically we've been having a problem with water bugs (it's so gross and embarrassing to admit, but it's genuinely not because we live in filth. i think it's because we're right on the sewer line and the contractors who worked on the house before my brother bought it did horrible plumbing and wiring). anyway, my brother wanted to put bleach in all the drains (idk if that's a good idea, but no one cares about my opinion), so he asked if i could pour bleach in our downstairs bathroom. i say “our” because it's supposed to be mine and my sister's, since our rooms are right next to it and we're the only ones who use it besides guests, because my brother and nephew get the entire upstairs and living room.

i said yes, but i was washing dishes, so i was otherwise preoccupied, so he took it upon himself to do it. then all of a sudden i'm seeing him go in and out of the garage with cleaning supplies, and he just suddenly cleans and reorganizes the bathroom?? and i think the normal person would go “oh that's nice of him” and move on with their life, but it upset me. and then i get upset at myself because he is doing a nice thing. but i just hate how he goes into my things and touches all my stuff without asking.

and then i wasn't prepared for him to go into the bathroom, since he never really does, so it was a bit messy... mostly the sink, since it's tiny and we have so much stuff. and i could tell he was angry because it was so cluttered. just god... and he threw out some of my conditioner and body wash! like yes, they were nearly empty, but there were a couple more uses left, and let me be the one to decide when i want to throw it out. and it's just so invasive imo. why are you going into my shower and looking at what i have?

i think in the end it really just solidifies that this is his house, as everyone berates me every single time i say one slightly negative feeling, so of course he can go waltz into any of the rooms in the house.
 

you would think being an older sister basically my entire life and having to share a room with her until... last year?  would make me used to sharing things and not caring about privacy, but i think in the end it did the very opposite, because i just want one thing to myself.

 

i think too that i'm a grown woman... what if i had something embarrassing in there? even just my period stuff. and then he goes and is looking in my freaking medicine cabinet and shit. i didn't, but the point still stands, yk. just so invasive...i would never do this to someone i lived with, let alone a family member of the opposite gender like...