My roommate moved out on Saturday.
And I think it just hit me. I was cleaning up dinner and spilled the rest of my drink on the floor. And suddenly it felt so… serious. Like I am the only one responsible now.
We’ve been best friends for 11 years. Pretty much inseparable. We’ve lived together for six and a half years. We built a home together. And now all our stuff is here and she’s not and it’s so fucking weird. And I feel like I’m really alone for the first time ever. And it’s so fucking weird. And kind of scary.
Someone came to look at her room this morning. He was nice, but I think straight and probably white. And he might be the only one I can get to take her room. And… fuck. I don’t know. So weird and scary and lonely.