will you look at this place…it’s a mess…dust everywhere…dirt…do you take your shoes off when you enter the apartment…there’s outlines of shoes in the dust…why don’t you vacuum the joint…clean it with some rags…do you like living this way…and what’s with all these orange peels…

they make the room smell nice…

they’re just old orange peels…cleaning the place would make it smell nice…you have no ambition…

no…

you don’t…not when it comes to cleaning…or anything else for that matter…you just exist…one day to the next…living in filth…

I’ve been depressed…sad…

you’re always depressed and sad…this is a travesty…a real travesty…I don’t know why I come here…

I know why…

and why is that…

to feel better ’bout yourself…to feel proud of your accomplishments…your’s compared to mine…or the lack thereof…you’re a real winner you are…

first thing in the morning I make my bed…like a soldier…I tuck in the corners…pull the sheets tight…make the pillow look presentable…your’s is a mess…marks on it from your mouth drooling in your sleep…sweat stains…the way you live…

I need you to go now…

why…

just do…

aren’t you ashamed…you are…aren’t you…living like a pig…a pig in filth…

bit harsh aren’t ya…

apparently not harsh enough…it was this way last month…and it’ll be this way next…

just go…

OK…but…I’ve got plans for you…