Name: And Soul 2007-07-17 16:45 ID:p/YrRRqK
Yesterday pushed me over the edge.
It all started 10 years ago when I moved out my parent's house and into some slum shit apartment that I only went to because my parents won't fucking help pay for it. I hate them. Anyways, when I moved it, I had to be with a roomate too. I hated him. He was an asshole. I left after 3 years of putting up with the fucker who almost fucking raped me. After that I went to college because I had a steady job, and the news of the attempted rape resulted in my parents finally sending me money to heal my emotional damage... Believe money helped, but it doesn't fucking help in the long-run. Well I moved into a college dorm with a room-mate I loved as a friend for 4 years when I graduated. I rented an apartment that was pretty clean and nice and by coincidence, I shared a room with my college room-mates brother. I thought they would be the same, since they were twins, but I was wrong. He seemed cool for the first year. Then he went into a spiral of wrong-doings and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. He came home late everyday and brought strange punk fuckers home everyday. I was sick of it. Then last year I woke up and saw this grimey beast all over me and apparently he was trying to fuck me. My pycho-fucker room-mate was trying to make money by letting these fucking losers try to fuck me. That was it. I tried to forget it and got him kicked out of the apartment. I got a restraining order against him. Then a few days ago I was out at the library checking out some books and when I returned home, my whole apartment was torn apart and I found a message that said "fuck u bitch". I think it was my old room-mate. I cannot handle it anymore, I've suffered all my life, it's not fair. Why is God doing this to me?
It all started 10 years ago when I moved out my parent's house and into some slum shit apartment that I only went to because my parents won't fucking help pay for it. I hate them. Anyways, when I moved it, I had to be with a roomate too. I hated him. He was an asshole. I left after 3 years of putting up with the fucker who almost fucking raped me. After that I went to college because I had a steady job, and the news of the attempted rape resulted in my parents finally sending me money to heal my emotional damage... Believe money helped, but it doesn't fucking help in the long-run. Well I moved into a college dorm with a room-mate I loved as a friend for 4 years when I graduated. I rented an apartment that was pretty clean and nice and by coincidence, I shared a room with my college room-mates brother. I thought they would be the same, since they were twins, but I was wrong. He seemed cool for the first year. Then he went into a spiral of wrong-doings and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. He came home late everyday and brought strange punk fuckers home everyday. I was sick of it. Then last year I woke up and saw this grimey beast all over me and apparently he was trying to fuck me. My pycho-fucker room-mate was trying to make money by letting these fucking losers try to fuck me. That was it. I tried to forget it and got him kicked out of the apartment. I got a restraining order against him. Then a few days ago I was out at the library checking out some books and when I returned home, my whole apartment was torn apart and I found a message that said "fuck u bitch". I think it was my old room-mate. I cannot handle it anymore, I've suffered all my life, it's not fair. Why is God doing this to me?