It must be hard being my roommate, I think.
I’m not the easiest person to deal with, of course.
Disappearing a lot, being quiet and secretive, very distant.
I know she wants to help and listen, but really?
I’m not sure I can tell anyone what happened. I keep trying, but I can’t tell the whole story. Who would believe if I did?
Why the fuck am I posting this?
I guess for the people who know me. It’s not just you I’m not talking to. It’s not the fault of any of my friends that I’ve been withdrawn and lashing out. I’m not being an overly dramatic baby, either. I’m trying. I’m trying to be done with this. I might not be able to talk about what happened but I’ll get over it, anyway. I’ll be okay.