Spike Xb

I love my friend, but he's so fucking tiring sometimes; like, it feels like I'm constantly accommodating what he needs, but the second I need him to accommodate me and what I need, I need to give him PowerPoints to fucking prove that I deserve his help when he gets all pissy about it and rolls his eyes and acts like I'm asking him to renovate his entire room for asking him to take the bins out to the front of the house this time because I'm having paranoia about the dark space in between the houses when every single time I've done it the entire time he's been here, and I asked him to do it once, and he just responds. "I'm only doing this because I love you," with an eye roll and a stomp away. Meanwhile, like 3 weeks ago, I had to do the majority of the work because he was tired and paranoid. I had to break down like 20+ boxes, dump the extra recycling into bags, and take the majority of the stuff out to the street because he was tired and randomly made himself paranoid. But when he wakes me up so we can do the trash and recycling, banging on my door, the most attitude I give him is being a little bit quiet because I'm tired and just fucking woke up. But I asked him to do one thing, and I get nothing but attitude, and he can start shit and do things that he knows will annoy me all he wants, but the second I do something that mildly annoys him, the whole world is going to explode if I do not stop immediately. He apologizes a lot, and I struggle to believe any of them from him anymore because most of the time, the only time he ever apologizes to me is right after he pisses me off on purpose so he can get out of any kind of negative response from me. And then he acts deeply offended when he accidentally pisses me off, and I act like he purposely pissed me off because 98% of the time he is just purposely pissing me off. It's like the boy who cried wolf, no?? I do genuinely love him, but fuck, man, I thought him moving here would make me want to be out of my room more often because, you know, my friend is moving in; that will be so fun, but honestly, I want to leave my room even less than before now because I know he's going to do something to piss me off, and I hate being angry. The only time we ever have a "normal" conversation is when we're talking about drama that we're dealing with; other than that, it's just him touching me inappropriately or doing things that piss me off.