FUCK.

As the weeks go by, it seems more and more people keep trying to turn Terry and I against each other. This time it's the roommates.

Again, the LAST PEOPLE I would expect to try and fuck with us.

Yeah, we've got shit to deal with. Nothing's always perfect, but we're dealing with it. That doesn't mean you get to try and pry it out of someone, rile them up about it and DRIVE THEM TO DRINK AGAIN, and all the while sit and talk shit about how crazy you think I am and that you think I have fucking ulterior motives in my relationship. FUCK YOU. The thing is, our problems are OURS. They're NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. Are you really so fucking bored with your lives that you have to try and stir up drama to keep entertained? This is fucking bullshit. We are NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE.

It's official. I have like five true fucking friends left. Apparently everyone else just keeps me around for some sick sort of entertainment. And what I'm just now realizing is that since I'm not getting wasted and making a spectacle out of MYSELF anymore, they want to go ahead and do it for me.

I. AM. DONE.

Who the fuck is gonna be next? Might as well get the fucking heartbreak out of the way NOW.

This place was supposed to be a safe haven, but now I can't even stand to be in the same room as you two anymore. FUCK.