Yes, we are both in college. And yes, we both make mistakes. But you are at fault at some point in all of this.
I am tired of you pointing the finger, I really am. Yes, I have done some things. But there are quite a few things you have done as well.
I am tired of living with your non-stop drama. You are worse than a 6 year old girl. You wonder why I’m never at the apartment? It’s because I can’t listen to you drone on about how bad your day was. You have no idea about my day. For all you know, something horrible could have happened but you would never know because you’re too busy being egotistical.
I’m tired of cleaning up after you all the time when we have guests over. I’m tired of making excuses for you to my friends and our professors. I’m done trying to help you out. I tried for so long for your parents’ sake.
I would move out but my rent is paid through May. Next time you point the finger, I’m fucking breaking it.