ChemistryExperiment Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 So... my roomate is PISSING ME OFF. Gosh darnit. I come in late, she's not in bed, so I'm working on putting stuff away, as soon as she tells me she's going to bed.. I start yanking stuff off of my bed so she's not bothered once she gets to sleep. There was a LOT of crap on my bed.. and a bunch of stuff in plastic bags... they are bound to make noise. HELLO! So... she says "BeeeeEeeeeeeEEEEEEEee QUIET!" with a nasty tone. So I say "I'm trying to get the fucking shit off my bed... okay?" She's like "NO I want to go to bed NOW and you are preventing me from it. I said "well I need a place to freaking sleep tonight too, so I need toget the stuff off my bed." So I start taking things off of my bed, as quiet as possible.... no biggy? Think again. She's like BEEEEE QUIETTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!" me "whatever"... so she starts throwing things... yanks her sleep apnea machine off her face, grabs her blanket, and stomps out. she lays on the couch in the living room.. I start going balistic, and the nurses are like "Well she does need to sleep" and I'm like "I'm trying to make it so she DOES freaking sleep. crimony. And so I take stuff off my bed and place it so my other roomate, and her, can get the bathroom. And someone keeps on turning the light out in the kitchen area (connected to the living room area with couch, so I keep turning it back on. And she gets pissy... and I'm like you can go in your fucking room now" And she is like "finally... you should be coming home sooner anyways." me "Fuck off" ... then after she goes away... I start crying.... because I was so fucking mad, and all the thoughts I'M not the one thats going to feel the wrath of Nancy.... So .... all of my thoughts jumpe to my old roomate.... I never had a fight with her... and its still hard to admit to myself she's dead... So I'm sobbing, and want to talk to staff aobut it... and they are busy doing report.... so I sit and sob myself to sleep on the couch. So Apparently I sleep there all freaking night (or what was left of it) until 7am.... and I wake up.... no one had bothered to touch me.... and I got up.. peeked in my room.. she was gone so I went back to bed. And we haven't spoken to each other since.... and Now i'm at my parents house. So it should be interesting. I just can't freaking take that I get accosted every time I go in MY OWN DAMN ROOM, for making a little noise.... its SICK OF IT. She acts like she's not sharing a room with anyone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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