#old roommates

[solarianloverboi]

How is it that i fucking moved out and my old roommates are STILL giving me trouble.

[hellbabyfromhell]

why (if you don’t mind me asking) is your house taking such a large toll on your mental health? Im sure you’ve explained it already but... I’m out of the loop

i havent explained it, and tbh i didnt explain it to my friends fr a long time because i felt guilty AND embarrassed even though i should have just been madif you happen to know these people irl, i respectfully ask you dont share this with them. i need to speak to them at my own time in my own way. its long

basically my (then gf, now ex’s) fmaily “took me in” right after my dad traumatically died right in front of me and ruined my brain. i was all fucked up and they “took me in”. i felt very safe with them. but the way it ended up was with them  bleeding me dry with money because ive been  paying my ex’s rent since my dad died, and if you know me you know thats a long, long time. now, i felt that i owed it to them because they took care of me when my dad died, and that kept me from changing things despite everyone’s warnings, saying they were using and taking advantage of me. but they called me their daughter, they cared about me, i thought. but it really went downhill abruptly......it started with small disrespects. first off, i’m paying half the rent of this townhome for an uninsulated attic with no central air or heat on the third floor. it is alternatingly freezing and fucking makes-you-nauseous hot. this family tried to convince me that i had vents and they were just covered by my trash lol and thats why my attic is worth [REDACTED] (its too much). when i literally showed them the floor plans and there was no vent they basically just went Oh.

Then, they changed my name on the neflix account to my ex’s mom’s mom’s name, because there were too many people on the netflix to make a new profile, so they changed MY name, rather than rowan’s boyfriend or their random ass friend, ME, who pays HALF THE RENT AT THIS HOUSE. that seems petty but its like, im really the least important out of everyone?then came the thing that made me really start reviewing my situation:my ex asked to come over, and they said yes. THEY said yes. not me. this was like maybe a week or two max after we broke up. ex’s mom texted me to say “okay, he’s coming over” and i was like “:0( okay thats fine but i wish you’d told me before cementing down stuff because thats a little inconsiderate” and she was like “Well it would have been inconsiderate of me not to tell you at all.” I thought that was really disrespectful bcause like, they REALLY didnt know our situation at all, and i live on the third floor so if i needed something from the kitchen or something id have to walk past my ex because my ex and my ex’s mom wanted to be fucking friends. it was weird and rude and she would NOT budge on the idea of INVITING MY EX INTO MY HOME WITHOUT CONFIRMING WITH ME being rude!!!!!and then i started looking back, and likethis is one of the worst things, like a couple months after my dad died, i was like catatonic, barely present, sick with grief and majorly traumatized. and these people had me sel my father’s car, with everything in it, so that my ex could get a new car “to drive me around safer : )”...... now i have to BEG to get a ride down the street to baskin robbins unless someone themself needs something. i gave up my father’s car and everything inside of it for this, and they let me. at the time it hurt too much to look at but i wish with everything i could have what i left in that car. i will never forgive them for that. i have so  little of him and some of out favorite things were in that car and i know they knew that.ive mentioned moving out a couple times and they always say “well give 2 months notice!” done. i have. but they kept saying i needed to stay longer or convincing me it was bad to leave until the ex’s mom’s bf needed surgery and then now i cant leave till after january. i wasnt happy about this at all but i was like Okay well i guessbut then the other night, the ex’s mom’s bf (who has his own medical card) had the audacity to get mad at me for not wanting to get him a bunch vape carts from the dispensary i JUST got hired at even though id just bought a lot, AND HE WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE SMOKING!!!. he asked me a favor and i said i was uncomfy with it and he went fucking off on me. 

this is a little snippet. i know you dont know everything just from what im telling you, but what i can say i have done a TON for this family, and this is NOT the only thing he has asked me for, and i don’t know if the doctor prescribed him crack rock because all he does is sit in the living room and watch kill la kill. i was so disappointed in him because i thought he was least complicit and it turns out he hd some issue with me. i’ve done a lot for this family. it was really hurtful.since this i never leave my room, they rarely address me if i do or look right through me. the ex’s mom’s bf asked to speak once in a way that implied that he expected a sorry from me too. you ma believe this to be once sided, but i believe with my whole heart i have done not a thing wrong. i don’t want to apologize. it’s been about 5 weeks now i feel like and they have barely spoken to me. they laugh wildly downstairs and don’t feel even a bit bad that i never come downstairs. that i have to rush around to get packages. that i never use the kitchen or am anywhere near it (not that id want to be because its always stacked high with dirty dishes). my ex’s mom lost her job staying home too much from an illness that shouldnt affect her working since she works a desk job an all she does at home is sit on the couch, do nails, ply overwatch, watch safiya nyagaard and hang out with their friends. i never go downstairs because i feel like its not my home. also my ex’s mom’s bf walks around all hours of the night now so i never feel safe to go downstairs EVER so i ration water and food and when i go to te bathroom people jiggle the doorknob and i say IM IN HERE :0( and also my ex’s mom’s bf walks around puking with the door open  and blowing his nose (he did this pre surgery too) and i just am going crazy here i have to get out. they dont give a shit about me . i dont know if i sound entitled, but it really does suck but i feel so trapped. this isnt my house. OH , and when i sked about moving out ex’s mom said well if we all paid the same amoun it’d be [200 less] .  theyre using me and dont care and i hate being here and it’s making me really want to die. thank you, it kinda felt good to let that out

[forevermoreale]

My favorite jaspar moments from Caspar's new video

[vannezen]

I hope Kazu and Lindsay are doing ok

[myshittyroommate]

Wanna hear something wonderful?

Back when we were friends with CA before moving in, he had told us that his previous roommates kicked him out. Didn't say why. But he did say, he had driven to their apartment and found their car with the intention of cutting their brakes. But didn't... Why would we just let that go?! Now we are super paranoid! Should've cut contact but I guess we really didn't take it seriously? But he threatened to basically move out over strawberries. And that first fight we had over getting his cat spayed where he freaked out for little to no reason he mentioned that the last time he was that mad was when he was kicked out. So that I guess made it serious for us. This guy is a psycho.

[wanderlostme]

Had a dream that I was moving into a new apartment and the roommate I was moving in with was a cute guy I'd met on OKCupid like a year ago and he was like "so you're beautiful and I really like you and I can see things going somewhere with us" and he said "What do you say". He was standing super close to me and was taller than me so I had to look up at him and I said "I have a boyfriend". And he was just like "okay" like he was a little defeated but accepted it, and then he showed me the room in which my old roommate Libby lived. After that altercation, he walked me to the door and out into the hall right outside the door and then I started walking down the stairs (like it was inside of an apartment complex in new york or something, like a sky rise kinda thing). So I can hear my shoes flip flopping and then I hear him running after me and running down the stairs and being all out of breath by the time he reaches the the bottom where I'm waiting and is like "I know you have a boyfriend, but I really like you and want to see you again...what do you say?" And I just kinda stop and look at him and say "Okay" and then he says "Okay...?" and I say "Okay you can see me again but only as friends. I love my boyfriend very much." And then he smiles and I smile and yeah.....haven't had that kinda dream in a long time. I don't know who that guy was, or where I saw him, but I hope whoever he is, he finds that girl he ran down the stairs for. 

[newreputations]

I had a roommate who was a stripper and she met this girl at the club and fell head over heels in love with her. I and all her other friends thought this girl was a piece of shit. Not really thought, more like knew. Meth addicted mother of two who was still living with her abusive baby daddy. She was pretty much just using my old roommate and there was nothing I could say or do to help her. So I had to stand by and watch as she got sucked into doing line upon line of meth, coke, molly, anything they could make a line with.

My ex roomie and I had a complicated falling out concerning this girl and I ended up moving out.  About a month later I learned that her meth skank's baby daddy had gone out of his mind one night and shot the tweaker, her two young girls, and then himself. My ex roomie was inconsolable and as far as I know she still hasn't gotten right about it. She locked herself away in her sad sad house. People seen her now and then but she talked about ghosts and that her and this girl and the children were still together and a happy family.

I remember though that she had made a sim family that paralleled our life. She had made herself, me, her girlfriend, the children, and a couch bum because we always seemed to have a couch bum at our house. I wonder now and then if thats what she does when she locks herself away and says she needs to talk to her girl. I bet she still sits and plays with the girls and what not. It makes me sad for her. 

[drugsorinsanity]

"JUNKIE GODS" source discovered.

it was from these lovely specimens of tumblr users: roughdraftwitchcraft & dude-whered-my-veins-go

THANK YOU JUNKIE GODS! they obviously brought roughdrawftwitchcraft to acknowledged my existence &send me an answer i never thought would come. that was the best message i could've got. because having something stuck to the tip of your tongue is one of the worsts feelings ever. &i thought i'd have to swallow this one. it clicked right when they mentioned dude-whered-my-veins-go. i immediately remembered where i saw "junkie gods" from. BEST RELIEF I COULD'VE GOTTEN.

props to these two souls. i feel like you passed the junkie gods on. as stupid as that sounds.

it truly mazes me every time i find out someone has read my crazy words. i probably sound absolutely insane.