Unsatisfied

Turns out I'm a live-in maid.

Yesterday, I did the dishes and the laundry. Guess what my mom said? "Now you can be a maid!" What the fuck.

I feel bad enough that I don't have a job (pretty sure I've talked about how I'm a lazy ass and wouldn't set a foot out the door to look for one) and just lay around the house all day, but why did she have to say it like that? I do the dishes and the laundry because I like to do them, believes no one ever. I'm already at home though, so I might as well do them.
Which is sad. I'm at home: I don't have a job, I don't have a social life, I write blog posts and fiction, check my Twitter and Instagram, workout, play a few games on my phone...I admit this routine is getting kinda boring, after four months, but I would rather be doing this than leaving the house. Which is even more pathetic.

Problem is, I'm starting to feel like a maid. My mom goes out to do her thing during the day and comes home to cook; my dad works and comes home expecting a hot meal; my sister is barely at home and when she is, she just eats food, creates dishes, and expects everyone (read "me") to put things back to where they belong for her. I tell myself I need to get out of this environment, but how the hell do I do that? I don't have money, I don't have a job, and because I'm lazy, I'm not willing to go out of my way to get those things. Vicious, stupid cycle.

I know. I'm just making it hard on myself. Basically, I just need to marry a rich person and I'd be set for life.