I’m angry at myself. Why do I keep sparing people’s feelings. They obviously don’t care about mine. I make myself miserable trying to keep an imaginary peace that cannot truly exsist but at my expense.

I have a roommate. Besides the cat ( which is illegal to have) and the occasional chick ( which he swore he never would bring to the apartment) { this already sounds epically stupid. I’m on the doormat train again. I could have sworn I had gotten off} then the kitchen he set on fire, and moving in his family…...

He asked if I was bi- polar because I stopped talking to him. Why don’t I just call him on the epic a** hole that he is. 7 months ago