The drama MUST STOP.
There comes a point where I have to say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I've never once, in my entire time here at Keene State, regretted joining Delta Nu Psi. It was probably the best decision I've made in my entire life. The one thing I do regret is taking a little brother. But then, who knew the guy I thought was awesome, cool, chill, turned out to be an insane, idiotic, drama machine.
He's the kind of guy who says 'women shouldnt sweat their vaginas in public', but then, you cant have a conversation without him bringing up his dick. He's the kind of guy who cries because he wants a relationship, then fucks a girl, then tells her 5 hours after that he made a mistake. He's the kind of guy who thinks he can take an entire frat in a fight because 'he's not afraid of death' and 'he's not afraid to kill someone'. He's the kind of guy who's threatened to kill himself twice. He's the kind of guy who gets violent when he's drunk.
He's the kind of guy who doesn't know what to keep to himself. He was the guy who told me "hey, this guy at work thinks you're a whore and that you show off your boobs too much!", resulting in me being paranoid about said guy, about what I wear at work, and feeling betrayed. He was the guy who told me "hey, a member of Delta thinks you're a fucking prude!", resulting in me being paranoid about my brothers and again, feeling betrayed.
Friday night, he comes in while we're in the middle of a Mario Party Drinking Game, obviously drunk, puts a beer on the table, and walks out with a friend. We think thats the end of it, but then he texts my roommate. "Hey, my suitemate thinks you're all ugly and snobs!" She replies back with what we were all thinking... "Um, does he even KNOW us? And why the FUCK would you tell us this?"
His reply is... "Hey! I defended Ally today! THIS PAINTBALL PLAYER WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW HAPPY HE WAS THAT MATT BROKE UP WITH HER. And I said "hey, she was hurt" AND HIS REPLY WAS GOOD."
Know that feeling when you're pleasantly buzzed, loose, in a good mood, and suddenly something comes along to 180 that feeling? That was this moment. I wondered why my little brother, who KNEW how hurt I was by what had happened, would even THINK to bring something like that up. Suddenly, I'm wondering who the heck this paintball guy was, and WHY he would be pleased with the fact my life was destroyed, when I've never done ANYTHING to anyone.
I started crying. Once a suitemate saw my tears, she had had enough. He'd caused enough problems in our suite, not only with me, but with my own roommate (that 'mistake'). There was screaming, texting, IMing, lies, threats... and finally the conclusion I should have come to a long time ago. He's out of my life. And I dont care. NO MORE. I'M DONE.
Congrats if you've gotten to the end of my rant.
He's the kind of guy who says 'women shouldnt sweat their vaginas in public', but then, you cant have a conversation without him bringing up his dick. He's the kind of guy who cries because he wants a relationship, then fucks a girl, then tells her 5 hours after that he made a mistake. He's the kind of guy who thinks he can take an entire frat in a fight because 'he's not afraid of death' and 'he's not afraid to kill someone'. He's the kind of guy who's threatened to kill himself twice. He's the kind of guy who gets violent when he's drunk.
He's the kind of guy who doesn't know what to keep to himself. He was the guy who told me "hey, this guy at work thinks you're a whore and that you show off your boobs too much!", resulting in me being paranoid about said guy, about what I wear at work, and feeling betrayed. He was the guy who told me "hey, a member of Delta thinks you're a fucking prude!", resulting in me being paranoid about my brothers and again, feeling betrayed.
Friday night, he comes in while we're in the middle of a Mario Party Drinking Game, obviously drunk, puts a beer on the table, and walks out with a friend. We think thats the end of it, but then he texts my roommate. "Hey, my suitemate thinks you're all ugly and snobs!" She replies back with what we were all thinking... "Um, does he even KNOW us? And why the FUCK would you tell us this?"
His reply is... "Hey! I defended Ally today! THIS PAINTBALL PLAYER WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW HAPPY HE WAS THAT MATT BROKE UP WITH HER. And I said "hey, she was hurt" AND HIS REPLY WAS GOOD."
Know that feeling when you're pleasantly buzzed, loose, in a good mood, and suddenly something comes along to 180 that feeling? That was this moment. I wondered why my little brother, who KNEW how hurt I was by what had happened, would even THINK to bring something like that up. Suddenly, I'm wondering who the heck this paintball guy was, and WHY he would be pleased with the fact my life was destroyed, when I've never done ANYTHING to anyone.
I started crying. Once a suitemate saw my tears, she had had enough. He'd caused enough problems in our suite, not only with me, but with my own roommate (that 'mistake'). There was screaming, texting, IMing, lies, threats... and finally the conclusion I should have come to a long time ago. He's out of my life. And I dont care. NO MORE. I'M DONE.
Congrats if you've gotten to the end of my rant.