Dear roommate:
Good God in heaven, I am glad I found someone else to room with next year. I HATE YOU. Okay? I have been trying so damn hard to make this easy on both of us, cleaning when I have time, keeping our room stocked with yummy food, dragging your ass all over town so you can finish the assignments for your classes.
BUT NO MORE.
I'm fucking done. The trash is FLOWING OUT OF THE TRASHCAN, and you have been in the room ALL FUCKING DAY doing NOTHING - you have no classes today and you don't work! - but the minute I walk in after six hours of work and class you start bitching about how the trash needs to be taken out. I'm sorry, what? No. It bothers you that fucking much, then you can do it. And I'm sorry, but MY stuff is moving into your space? What about YOUR boxes that've been sitting by MY bed for the past month? I fall over them every G--damn morning getting out of bed and have ASKED YOU NICELY many times to please find something else to do with them - there are plenty of recycling bins all over campus, if that's what you want to do, since you're all green and shit, but there's a Dumpster behind the building where they're about to end up. Yes, my bag of polyfill has fallen over and is now "technically" three inches onto "your" side of the room. It's behind your fucking guitar stand! It's not even in your way AT ALL. And y'know what? You don't like television. I get that. But I love movies, and I like to watch Charmed when I come home from work and class. If the noise bothers you that much, you can WALK TEN FEET DOWN THE HALL to the quiet study room on our hall, or you can walk three minutes down the hill to the library. I do my studying while you watch YouTube WITHOUT YOUR HEADPHONES - I have been sure to be considerate and wear my headphones whenever I listen to music or watch movies on my computer, so that you don't have to listen to my stuff, but you apparently do not have the same consideration, but whatever - and don't complain, because if it bothered me, I'd leave. I turn the TV off when you ask, even when it's just so you can watch your stupid shows on YouTube. It bugs me, because sometimes there's something else on I want to watch, but I do it because, oh, I don't know, IT'S THE NICE THING TO DO. I know you're the baby of your family and you have anxiety issues or whatthefuckever so you're used to everyone catering on you hand and foot, but I won't. I have clinical depression, but I'm the big sister in my family and I know that sometimes you have to just deal with your own issues and suck it up and let other people get their way so that everyone's happy. YOU are going to have to sacrifice a few things in order to keep BOTH OF US happy.
Oh, and quit eating all my damn food! You have yet to pay me back for the gas I used up driving you all over town, but I'm willing to let that one slide - don't think I'm doing it again. Next time I drive you somewhere, you're coughing up a twenty. Get over it or find a new driver. You have yet to buy any of your own groceries, and yet you ate ALL MY G--DAMN OREOS and half my Tostitos without even a second thought. I'm done with it. I've been trying really hard to just keep my mouth shut and keep the peace, but I'm not doing it anymore. You need to grow up and start acting like an adult instead of whining about how lonely you are and being a bitch to me. I miss my family, too, but laying around moaning about it isn't going to help. I am not your mother, you are not a child. I would rather live with my eight-year-old sisters; at least they know how to clean up after themselves and to leave things alone that aren't theirs. I may seriously move in with Kayla at the end of this semester if things don't change around here - FAST.
NO LOVE. AT ALL. GOD, I JUST HATE YOU SO MUCH,
Your super-pissed roommate
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