The boy who drank stars

Here we are in the end of February. Things are looking great and we’re living on our own now. Evil roommate sends Mike a text about Januarys heating bill asking if we would have the “courtesy” to pay it since we were living there before the violent blackmail kick out at the beginning of this month. The funny thing about this text. It was written not out of hate, but like nothing ever happened. Do I hope that guilt is setting in? Yes. Do I want to pay it? No. Was the full amount paid? Yes. Mike paid the full amount even though I don’t fully agree with it. Yes, it’s the adult thing to do and the right thing to do I suppose but because of what they did and how they went about having us removed from the lease, I feel they don’t deserve anymore money from us. Although the rent had been paid for the month 2 days before we were told we needed to vacate by the end of the month due to blackmail, our keys were taken from us while we were moving out. Also, we’re out a router that Mike paid for that’s just under $80. She told us she packed it with our stuff. We went through everything and there’s nothing. There was just our hastily packed stuff as well our dirty dishes they used, didn’t wash, and happily packed for us. :D Oh joy. I’m still pretty livid over it all and there’s nothing I can do to shake the feelings that well up every time I think of them. It will take some time, but I’m sure I can just forget without forgiving.

How true those memes are. Tumblr is a vent for how horrible one can be. I do apologize for my words, but I have to vent.