My roommate is armchair diagnosing me with every mental illness ever because I said that there are people who love me more and do more for me than him (he only sees me every other week) (I can count on one hand the number of times he cooked a meal for me before he got divorced) (he has told me to my face that I am not a person multiple times) (literally the only logical conclusion from how he treats me is that he hates me)













