I cannot stand going home. I work all damn day, hoping I can get off early and go home. Then, about an hour before my shift ends, I start to get a sinking hole in my stomach. Going home means I have to see my roommate, who is not the person I want to see after a long day. He’s just a stupid man that o genuinely dislike a lot of the time. He’s a fucking know it all and I just hate seeing his face. I want to relax. I want it to just be me and my partner. I just want to be free of his bullshit. Only one more year until I can get the fuck away from him. I will most likely never speak to him again, no matter how close he thinks we are. I genuinely want no contact at this point. He brings me nothing but disgust and rage and disappointment. His parents were abusive, and it shows. Never have I met someone so insecure and needy and genuinely controlling. So as I sit in my car, avoiding going inside and seeing his stupid fucking face, I’m thinking: how the fuck did I get in this situation? Why did I do this to myself? I know we all make mistakes but holy shit, this was the biggest one I’ve ever made.
