holliday

"HELLA AGRO"

Translation:
My roommate is a psychotic fucktard.

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Ok...so I've tried to write this journal entry at least three times...

I even tried to put all the drama in spoilers to spare those who didn't want to read the specifics...

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But after these three times I realize...there's just too much stupid drama...too much negativity...nothing I really wanted to be involved in to begin with...nothing I wanted my roommates to get dragged into...

No reason to call the cops...

No reason to try and frame me for things I didn't do...

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The important part of the story is this...

I feel one of my roommates has broken all three of my cardinal rules...

1. Do not disrespect me. (usually, condesend)
2. Do not disrespect my possessions.
3. Do not disrespect the people I care about (my other roommates).

I lashed out, it's true...maybe it wasn't right...but considering the offense, I'm not living with regret.

However, in order to keep the peace in the house...I sucked it up...as usual...and sold myself out.

I appologized for things I'm not sorry for.
Bowed down to the insane simply to appease them.
I sacraficed myself for the greater good...

And to be honest, it makes me want to vomit.

I thought I'd given up the appeasing crazy people when I stopped speaking to my mother two years ago.

It was a stand I took in my life...and something I believe in strongly.

I know...I know...my roommate is not my mother...

Maybe it really was the best thing to appease the mad to keep the peace...

But the truth is...

All I can think of is how familiar this all feels...

My feelings being hurt...my boundaries broken...as usual, not meaning a goddamned thing.

And me, selling myself out...

The story of my life...

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Don't worry though...a fucknut like this asshole won't keep me down for long.

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If you want the full rant version of this story, feel free to ask.