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I think my roommate and I have been sharing a room for too long. I mean, judging by the fact that right now I want to strangle her merely for the fact of her existence. There she is, sitting in her chair, breathing air and doing her homework! How dare she!
This is mostly because I am still sick (yes, still, wtf body) and want to wallow in my pathetic-ness without her being around to see it, but still it remains that the last month or so, a lot of really tiny stuff she does has been driving me up the wall. Not even the normal annoying stuff, like bringing her loud friends over late or vacuuming at 2am or being a drama queen with her boyfriend. Just stuff like...turning the lights on when I want them off, or leaving the windows open, or playing bad tv when I'm reading. Normal things that I know didn't bother me a few months ago, but now mean I want to kill her ALL THE TIME.
I think 9 months is just too long to live with a stranger in a room the size of a shoebox. She's nice enough, but we're not friends - we don't run in the same circles, we aren't studying the same things, we don't share any interests, and we are just very, very different people. So we've got along alright, but we've never clicked as more than just roommates, and now I am so ready to NOT BE ROOMMATES ANYMORE GOD.
I hope I get a single next year. And when I get home for the summer, I am locking myself in my room for a week and not talking to ANYONE.
This is mostly because I am still sick (yes, still, wtf body) and want to wallow in my pathetic-ness without her being around to see it, but still it remains that the last month or so, a lot of really tiny stuff she does has been driving me up the wall. Not even the normal annoying stuff, like bringing her loud friends over late or vacuuming at 2am or being a drama queen with her boyfriend. Just stuff like...turning the lights on when I want them off, or leaving the windows open, or playing bad tv when I'm reading. Normal things that I know didn't bother me a few months ago, but now mean I want to kill her ALL THE TIME.
I think 9 months is just too long to live with a stranger in a room the size of a shoebox. She's nice enough, but we're not friends - we don't run in the same circles, we aren't studying the same things, we don't share any interests, and we are just very, very different people. So we've got along alright, but we've never clicked as more than just roommates, and now I am so ready to NOT BE ROOMMATES ANYMORE GOD.
I hope I get a single next year. And when I get home for the summer, I am locking myself in my room for a week and not talking to ANYONE.