go- GET- her

Honestly.. this is an issue that has to dow with money and trying to save it. you're turning it into a you problem when in reality this is me trying to be independent and do things for myself. It may be selfish a little bit of a sudden change but it’s what I want to do. Your immaturity is really coming out in how youre choosing to handle this. Grow up and see that this is about more than what you are most comfortable with or how it even relates to our friendship. Bottom line: I'm not your mom; I'm not going to continue paying for your groceries. I do not feel bad for cutting off a money supply that wasn’t even yours to be taking from. Also stop with the victim act; it’s just as pathetic as the bitch you talk shit about. I’m starting to think that the reason you two don’t get along is because of how similar you actually are.

I just wish I knew why I have been feeling so down. I constantly feel like I might burst into tears and when I need a hug there si no one round for me to express that to.

As time goes by I am feeling less and less at home. Nothing about this place is comfortable. I am over 400 miles away from home and now more that ever I am feeling the pressure of the tremendous distance. I have yet to find someone here who puts me at ease.

It’s really funny how one person with a bad attitude effects the vibe of an entire room. Lighten up, girl. We get that you’re a drag, but don’t make the rest of us suffer because of your shitty self- esteem. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch but it is simple room mate etiquette; your lack of maturity and communication will forever be your downfall. I hope things turn up soon, for and for my sake. I don’t think I can survive an entire year living with a person like you. 

People’s ability to manipulate a situation and make themselves appear to be the victim is unbelievable. I don’t care what you say to me anymore, I grow more numb to your words with the passing of each day. You grew on me and now I am fighting to attain emotional equilibrium with the absence of your past self, the person I believed to be righteous and good.

Feelings are something we are all entitled to feel whenever and in whatever quantity. That, however, does not mean that YOU can message me whenever you feel sad or scared and put all your emotional baggage on me. What we had was great; it was great when I was oblivious to all of your games.That Monday morning was the start of an indescribable feeling, a tightening in my chest, a knott in my stomach, butterflies even, but those of pain and anything contradictory to joy. I had been sad before, but nothing compares to the sadness of the loss of your first love. But see, is it even called love? Your loyalty to me was broken so early on that I don’t know if it is just to call our time together love; it is love gone wrong, dishonor called upon the word. If posing with the “good girl” for a few months, experimenting with a girl from a different crowd is what you call love, you grew up with a soiled definition of the word. My guard was let down so completely for the first time, and to the wrong person; a waste. The memories were great and were initially what put me through the hard times early on, but managed to fade in quality once I realized that since they were rooted in such ingenue intentions they themselves were lacking in substance and as good as nonexistent or just another lie to add to the list you handcrafted yourself. I hate you for always making me feel like I have to take some of the blame for the ending of us.