It’s all too much sometimes

There’s too many of you, you all lurk around the house doing what you want when you want. Opening my doors, throwing your food on the floor, scratching my chair, licking my couch. The list goes on..
Every morning, I start it with you guys…I never wanted you but here you are. There’s three of you, just jumping around acting like you own the place. It starts at 4:15 every day, one of you needs to use the restroom, or one of you has opened the door I forgot to lock and now all of you are inside my bed taking up my space and waking me up with all the licks and scratches
I despise you…for making me keep them, for pushing me to want the things you want that I don’t. I can’t breathe anymore…and I’m not sure I want to