My roomates want their own lovenest. :(
I called "Jerf" a "fucking idiot" who needs to "grow up and be an adult" and learn what it's like to pay for his own shit.
And I called John "Jeff's little bitch".
John came in my room later and woke me up and asked if I wanted to talk, and I told him to get the fuck out of my room.
Thank's for kicking me out because I don't listen to enough emo. :(
It's actually a blessing in disguise. My rage was more along the lines of "now I have an excuse to tell you off" than "I'm so sad you don't want me to live here anymore".
Now I can move out with some people that aren't the fakest bitches in the world.
But it will be weird having to see Jerf every day 'til I move. I really bitched him out.