In the corner of the dining room, where my things have been forced, listening to my new roommate C, who is drunk after polishing 2 bottles of vodka off with her friends between 3 and 7pm, talking about how much she hates having me as a roommate.
She has been here 3 days.
This morning I woke up to a note that informed me that she and Am would be rearranging the living room while I was at work. I made two requests... be gentle with my TV stand because it isn't stable and leave my plants on the table by the window.
When I got home from work my plants were on the porch and I was told to move my TV for them. Then I was told that having my plants by the window didn't work for their plan, that I needed to find a new home for them and that I also had to take down the ONE SINGLE decoration that I have in the entire apartment because C has decided that it isn't cute.
I ended up leaving, sitting in my car outside of Borders, crying on the phone with my parents because I am flashing back to last year with LY, where everything was bad and I spent the entire semester with heartburn.