I’ve been feeling like I’m going through a breakup again, except it’s not a romantic breakup. I’m experiencing a roommate breakup.
I got a roommate my second semester of college. She likes Fall Out Boy, and I love Fall Out Boy, so basically it was love at first sight. But then the “honeymoon” phase wore off and reality struck. I became ridiculously agitated by her, and although I never talked about it, I think my bad attitude was noticeable. Then, Tuesday of this week, we broke up in the sense that we decided not to live together next year. (We were planning to live together up until this point.) So now we’re in this awkward phase like…”I can’t wait to get away from you,” except we’re still living together now. Yeah, there’s only like two weeks of the semester left and I’m rarely in the room anyway, but when I am in the room, it’s uncomfortable. And smelly. Did I mention she has BO? She also hasn’t washed her sheets since she moved here in January, nor has she done laundry since spring break so…two more weeks of this fun.