Smell

There is a smell coming from my kitchen. Dishes that have been left for two weeks, food still stuck to them, leaves this awkward oder. My anger starts to rise everytime I walk into the kitchen, to see yet another meal made, yet no clean up committed. I'm almost out of conditioner. Half used by someone else. She said she'd by me more, but I don't see any. The toilet paper is almost gone. Another thing to apparently fall into my lap. And now at three in the morning, I can't sleep because my anger won't let me. I dwell on lack of responsibility and laziness and wonder how much longer I can last...