I hate you. I hate how you make me feel unimportant and insignificant. I know I'm a bitch sometimes, but you put me through so much stuff that I can't help it sometimes. You need to get a job or get your shit and get out of my house. You're so condescending, lazy, trashy, and just absolutely disgusting. I work 40 to 60 hours a week while you sit at home doing nothing, but god forbid I ask you to clean up our room a little. It's fine though. Karma will come back around, and you'll get yours. Also, your boyfriend is cheating on you again. Sincerely, your extremely considerate roommate.