Small Fish in a Big Pond

I had a pretty good day today. Then, I walked into my room a few minutes ago, AND MY ROOMMATE IS FUCKING SNIFFLING MORE THAN USUAL. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU SHOULDN’T BE RUINING MY DAY.

I’m about to start crying for no reason… Suck it in, suck it in…

NO, NOT YOU, YOU BITCH! GET A TISSUE, BLOW YOUR GODDAMN NOSE!

How does one tell your roommate to blow their FUCKING nose? I actually said, “go get some tissues, silly.” SHE WON’T GET TISSUES.

You know what? Fuck courtesy in the ass. I’m going to be passive-aggressive and put the tissue box on her bed. For once, just ONCE, I’d like to have two people be in the room and not feel the need to leave to a sanctuary or some other place.

Did it. She said “thank you” and it sounded like she actually blew her nose. Good.

Good thing I’m going to talk to somebody tomorrow. I just wonder how long they’ll be able to listen to me before they think I’m insane.