Don't rub shit on my face and try to tell me it's chocolate...
So my roomy moved out and broke the lease...gave us 2 days notice on it too. So we had like a week to organize our things and get out as well since we couldn't afford the rent on the place. I've had to defer from uni.
Now Manny and I are stuck back in the Bay and saving money to move to Melbourne. We were planning on moving...at the end of the lease.
The thing that pisses me off the most about it all though is that she was supposed to be my best friend and she fucked me over. She told me that she was planning on moving out but I figured that was going to be at the end of the lease as well...you know as you would expect someone to do when you're renting. 'It all happened so fast and I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.' Yeah well you know what? You left me out of a home. You screwed me over big time. I am hurt yeah, but mostly I am pissed the fuck off. You make out like I never did anything around the house, that I used you and took advantage of you. But just how much have I done for you without asking anything in return during our friendship? How many times did I wash your dishes? How many times did I clean up after you finished cooking or had a bunch of friends over? Who's TV did you constantly watch? Who let you use their CD player for as long as we were renting that place, without issue or asking for it to be returned? How often did I not do something noisy because you were sleeping? Yeah sure you vaccumed the house and cleaned the bathroom but you know what, so what? You did it loudly when we were trying to sleep...that isn't being polite about it. We would turn off the lights if they were coming into your room, or turn down our music/TV when you were trying to sleep or study but I never got the same courtesy.
I am glad to not be living with you any more...and frankly you fucked me over so badly that I don't want to know you any more. Unless it has something to do with the apartment, until I get back my bond and the landlord has found new tenants, you don't exist to me.
I am sick of thinking that I need to change. That I need to be a nicer person. What does that get me? Fucked over that is what. Well not any more. I say that the old highschool me needs to make a comeback. She was a bitch and fine with that. She never got fucked over and so what if she didn't have many friends, the ones she had were awesome and proved that they were well worth the title of 'friends'.
Now Manny and I are stuck back in the Bay and saving money to move to Melbourne. We were planning on moving...at the end of the lease.
The thing that pisses me off the most about it all though is that she was supposed to be my best friend and she fucked me over. She told me that she was planning on moving out but I figured that was going to be at the end of the lease as well...you know as you would expect someone to do when you're renting. 'It all happened so fast and I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.' Yeah well you know what? You left me out of a home. You screwed me over big time. I am hurt yeah, but mostly I am pissed the fuck off. You make out like I never did anything around the house, that I used you and took advantage of you. But just how much have I done for you without asking anything in return during our friendship? How many times did I wash your dishes? How many times did I clean up after you finished cooking or had a bunch of friends over? Who's TV did you constantly watch? Who let you use their CD player for as long as we were renting that place, without issue or asking for it to be returned? How often did I not do something noisy because you were sleeping? Yeah sure you vaccumed the house and cleaned the bathroom but you know what, so what? You did it loudly when we were trying to sleep...that isn't being polite about it. We would turn off the lights if they were coming into your room, or turn down our music/TV when you were trying to sleep or study but I never got the same courtesy.
I am glad to not be living with you any more...and frankly you fucked me over so badly that I don't want to know you any more. Unless it has something to do with the apartment, until I get back my bond and the landlord has found new tenants, you don't exist to me.
I am sick of thinking that I need to change. That I need to be a nicer person. What does that get me? Fucked over that is what. Well not any more. I say that the old highschool me needs to make a comeback. She was a bitch and fine with that. She never got fucked over and so what if she didn't have many friends, the ones she had were awesome and proved that they were well worth the title of 'friends'.