So over it

there are many fabulous things about my apartment. It is a great size, great location, has plenty of closet space, has parking, dishwasher, laundry downstairs, a shower/tub. I am sure there are some more items but I would now like to complain about the many things that annoy me about our place. There is freaking mold because our damn apartment is FREEZING cold and I refuse to leave the windows open as the cost of heating in insane. We have to take a shower with our door closed because the stupid fire alarm goes off with the ittiest bittiest amount of steam. The bathroom then is not only moldy but getting ready in the mornign sucks since all the mirrors are fogged up and I get all warm / sticky and that sucks. So not only is mold on our ceiling in the bathroom AND in the kitchen, I come to find out yesterday that there is mold ON MY FUCKING CLOTHES. Our closet is attached to the bathroom so when I thought I was doing a smart thing by leaving the second door to the bathroom open so that the steam could clear, I was fucking up my clothes. No big deal I guess, threw away some stuff, will wash some stuff. But that just pushed me over the edge. I want OUT. I hate our bathroom situation, I hate the stupid mold, I hate how cold it is and how I never feel warm in my own apartment. I hate that there is no counter space in the kitchen. I hate that I don;t have a backyard and that I feel hopeless about ever owning a home. I feel like I am getting so old and yet have nothing to show for it. I should be on the road to settling down and having a home and being able to come home and cook dinner and have my significant other come home at 6 every night so we can eat dinner at a reasonable time and then do something productive with our nights. NOPE. none of that going on. what have I done and what am I accomplishing? feels like nothing. the toment continues. I doubt I will ever feel like I am doing the right thing with my life and that everything is just peachy.