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i absolutely despise this living situation. i really really hate living with my roommate, so much more so than i let on and she thinks it's the perfect situation but my skin is crawling with the bugs probably infested in her clothing which is full of stench and strewn throughout her side of the room along with the mold she is "growing" on purpose in her desk for an art project. yes. on purpose. i'm bugging out, i'm literally bugging out. and every night when i get in bed, she's already in her bed, and i can hear these noises, wet ones, and ugh it makes me repulsed and shudder at the thought of her ugh gross masturbating while i'm in my own fucking bed trying to fucking sleep and i can fucking hear her and it pisses me the fuck off and i just want to sit up in bed violently and scream "I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING AND PLEASE STOP I'M TRYING TO SLEEP AND YOU DISGUST ME" and i'm so FUCKING SICK of dancing around things and issues and problems i have because of her delicacy in emotion and depressive state. fuck that, i had/have fucking depression, i'm not on fucking meds, you deal with shit, you dont need people to do shit for you you just fucking deal. grow up, she's so used to being the only one and constantly getting her way and it pisses me off it pisses me off so fucking much i never should have requested ever ever ever, things are better when left up to fate. and i have no idea what to do for next year. i'm really crawling out of my skin. i want to go to sleep but i'm so afraid to get into my bed afraid she'll still be fucking moving around and i'll be able to hear her. ugh disgusting. really, truly, disgusting.
i'm going to talk to her tomorrow, this can't continue, it really just can't. maybe i'll get a single next year. fuck this situation it sucks.
i'm going to talk to her tomorrow, this can't continue, it really just can't. maybe i'll get a single next year. fuck this situation it sucks.