to no longer be living with you. You brought a lot of negativity into my life. You and your little cronie (don’t even get me started on her). The whole year was very bittersweet for me (I almost described it as a racemic mixture.. nerd alert). Though you did inspire me to cook well and dress well, your immaturity and overall bad attitude were very hard to deal with. Why am I expected to walk on eggshells around you? You think very highly of yourself. “I’m not nice in the mornings”. Well, fix your attitude then. You can’t expect other people to adjust to your bullshit.

I’m at the point now where I consider myself an adult and I can say quite confidently that you are still a child. The anxiety that you and Sam made me feel was really uncalled for. I didn’t like being excluded from my own kitchen or knowing for a fact that you talked about my back (you talked about everyone else, why would I be an exception?). I won’t forget how two-faced you were when you were on the phone with Erica in that fake-sweet voice while writing nasty little notes to Sam at the same time (“Kill me now!”).

Anyway, I’m quite happy to be rid of you. And Sam, too!
I can finally breathe!