I had a roommate last year. We were friends before we moved in together, but then **** hit the fan.
Lemme just throw it out there real quick for you:
- She had manic depression stemming from sexual abuse
- Apparently started snorting coke?
- Smoked weed everyday in the apartment, even though I can't stand the smoke
- Walked out of her room with a steak knife she regularly used to slice her thighs with
- Sent out threatening suicidal texts twice while I was gone
- The police kicked the door in, thinking she was killing herself
- Had voluntary, loud sex with a schizophrenic guy who had initially threatened to rape her, while I was awake in the next room
- Note that this is the same guy who was punched with a restraining order from his last girlfriend, after he broke into her apartment & she awoke, in the dark, to him staring blankly at her while standing over her bed.
- Cried almost every day about how much she wanted to die
Long story short: I became overwhelmed & had to get prescribed to anxiety medication... which I've now just officially weaned myself off of.
...and that sums up my first & last time with a roommate.
I now live in a studio in the city by myself & I
LOVE IT.