posted 2018-05-12 03:50:48
Right on, my roommate/best friend is no longer either of those things. Gotta love it when a worthless glutton downs all your booze while popping pain pills and you wake up to him spitting in the corner of the room and then he starts attacking you for waking up and telling him not to do that shit.
Ffs, gotta love the shit I do for people.
No, not really.
Fuck this shit.
We were drinking at a respectable level. But then again, if he wasn't lying about taking all of Cheryl's pain meds he wouldn't have had this psychotic break. But sadly he WAS lying. To both of us when we fucking asked him. If I'd have known he was really taking all her pain medications I wouldn't have even let the fucker drink at all. Hell, I wouldn't have drank, either. I'd wait until hours after he took it so it'd have already worn off or I'd wait until the next day.
All I said to him was "What the Hell are you doing that there for? There's a pale over there." He went all animalistic on me or something, the look in his eyes was fucking WILD. Like he was not himself...He punched me in the face, gave me a black eye. My right side hurts now. He pulled on my hair. There was a CONSIDERABLE amount left when I said to stop drinking, and then I went to sleep. I've told him so many times to NOT KEEP DRINKING WHEN I'M ASLEEP. But, gluttons are idiots and don't give a shit. About anything.
He went to my fucking mothers, two days in a row. Bugging her. She was stupidly nice enough and gave him some money and told him to fuck off. I wish she didn't do that. x.x; He can legit be charged with theft for taking her pain medication, because they're narcotics. I barely use pain medication at all. I just usually smoke some pot and I'm good. He's also been saying it was HIM that was asleep and that HE woke up to ME attacking him. BullfuckingSHIT, bitch! I can swear on my dead baby brother's grave, he can't do the fucking same and I know it. He's already admitted to stealing her pills and lying to both of us.
Well, he's fucking dead to me, now. I'm done saving his bitch life, he isn't worth a fucking thing, anymore. Sure he was my only best friend, but whatever. I'm worth more than his bitch ass is worth even paying attention to, ffs. I'm done trying to save him. I've saved his life enough times, saved him from his parents, gave him the chance to get away from his parents by coming to live with me and whatnot. I'm the only reason he has access to a 300 dollar overdraft in his bank account. I'm the reason he was able to get medication because I made him get a fucking doctor. I'm also the reason he had new glasses, but then he got black out drunk and tossed them off the balcony in the previous place we were at.
He's been kicked out of here, and now I finally can stop looking for a place. I can live here in this two bedroom with Cheryl. A great friend of the family, by the way. I finally can stop babysitting a 40 year old 'man'. I can finally pay attention to myself. I'm getting a new kitten end of the month. She's adorbs! I picked the name Persephone. She's grey with some white bits. =) Goes great with the whole underworld theme she's got going on. xD Granted I'll have less money to deal with because he's been kicked out, but that's a small price to pay, honestly. Compared to all the shit he's put me through ffs, yeah it's a small price to pay, so.
Time for some real me time. =) My stress levels will finally go back to what they were at before my parents had to sell the house. Aahhh, it'll be so nice to be back to that state, again. Not much to worry about.
Wow, this was a long post. lols I suppose a lot can happen in just a few days.
Black eye means I ain't going out anywhere unless it's fucking dark outside or I can wear my sunglasses. x.x;