It's what you're dying to feel...
Why is it that every single thing I do and say turns out wrong?
My fucking roommate is crying in the kitchen right now while my other roommate tries to comfort him. Why? Because every single fucking time me and this one roommate get into an argument, he starts talking about throwing punches and fighting and blah blah blah. So, basically, I finally lost it and told him he was projecting his family shit (I won't explain that, but I'm sure you can guess the gist) onto me because every single time he and I argue he starts talking about physically fighting, and even if I am a dick to him verbally I never start talking about throwing down. He always starts to talk about physically fighting. And after the shit that happened tonight, I don't even feel safe in this house anymore.
This was the last fucking thing I needed.
My fucking roommate is crying in the kitchen right now while my other roommate tries to comfort him. Why? Because every single fucking time me and this one roommate get into an argument, he starts talking about throwing punches and fighting and blah blah blah. So, basically, I finally lost it and told him he was projecting his family shit (I won't explain that, but I'm sure you can guess the gist) onto me because every single time he and I argue he starts talking about physically fighting, and even if I am a dick to him verbally I never start talking about throwing down. He always starts to talk about physically fighting. And after the shit that happened tonight, I don't even feel safe in this house anymore.
This was the last fucking thing I needed.