A woman's job

Being a women is a difficult task.
I hate all the stupid emotions that come with it.
I work all day to please people and it never seems to work.
I live in a shared house and seeing as though all the residents are university students, I have taken it upon myself to clean the house whilst they're in lesson.
The only person I get a 'thank you' off is Paul.
Although it's never good enough to satisfy the demanding womanly needs.
I don't expect anything but somewhere this little bitchy woman in me sways my mood.
I hate her and everything she does.
She makes me cry and get angry over the stupid and insignificant things.
I hate her.