So my roommate is mentally ill
June 15th, 2010 12:50am by anonymous
My roommate is out of her fucking mind. I thought something was off from the beginning, actually tried to convince myself that I was over-thinking the situation. This girl is a literal expert at playing the victim, and kisses ass to such a degree, that it is almost unimaginable for you to so much as point out any one of her many faults. She has obsessive compulsive personality disorder, so needless to say, if one little thing goes "wrong," or if she doesn’t get her way, she gets insanely anxious. AND coniving, cause b) I am pretty sure that she has some sort of antisocial personality whatever-the-fuck-it’s-called. She once told me that she used to sneak into neighbors’ houses while visiting her grandmother as a kid, and break "just one thing," to piss off her grandma. Normal. So I found three of my eggs were broken, after my roommate got pissed at me for leaving dishes in the sink. Hmm…did I buy them that way? Was is some sort of accident? You put 2 and 2 together.
So, one of her latest antics, she got one of my "friends" stop talking to me, cause, like I said, she is an expert at playing the victim. Oh, yeah…how could I forget. She recently texted me, saying that she needed to talk to me. I thought it just might be something important. When I get home, she asks me if I had seen any of her mail, or taken her mail. NOPE, you know what bitch, I haven’t seen any of mine for a while EITHER. I told her I would have left her mail there for her, and had not seen anything addressed to her. She said she asked the mailman, and could either contact the post office or police. Ok, go ahead and contact the police. They will laugh in your face, cause murder and rape are just a little more important than the fucking mail, you basket case.
I posted this a month ago and randomly came across it again… want to hear some other fucking crazy antics? I randomly ran into my roommate, unexpectedly today, and she gave me a look that was essentially a cross between charles manson and someone who came across a murder scene. She is seriously ill. She took all her silverware away and put it in her room (along with the fucking trash can, which she can go fuck herself in). She fucking talks shit, and has turned some “friends” against me. And it sucks, even though I know that they shouldn’t matter anyway. She is an expert at playing the victim…..but she’s the one doing the victimizing. She will live and die a sick, sad fuck. I could pity her, but what the fuck… she’s a fucking leach and i can’t fucking wait till this motherfucking bullshit legal contract also known as a lease is over.