That someone I had no issue with could make up lies about me to my roommate, just so that my boyfriend could get wind of it and second guess our relationship.
The relationship that took me 2,000 miles away from home.
The relationship I would give, and have given almost everything for.
And yet he can still be invited back into a house where I pay bills, where I have made it clear I don’t want him.
Yet the minute I try to take in two harmless animals, as a favor to a friend for a few weeks,
Everyone has a problem with it.
Maybe everyone should help clean. Mop. Sweep. Take out the trash.
Maybe everyone should be considerate of my feelings, too.
Oh wait, never mind.
What did I ever matter to anyone, anyways.
Everything, I mean.
I’m over everything.
School. Work. My days off. Life.
What a day to be low-.-