So...I told my roommate about my problem with depression and bi-polar and that I got on meds. I told her because I usually had those moments of aggressiveness with her and I wanted her to know why and that it was her fault (usually). Well...when one of those moments of aggressiveness came on I guess I kinda scared her. I had told her it'd be best if I didn't live with her next year. She said no, that she wanted to be there and all that. She just came up to me today and bought it up and agreed it was best for me to do that. She was like "tell me what you're thinking and crap"...what was I supposed to say? I said nothing, that I was fine and whatever. I already e-mailed 3 ppl that need a roomate. I feel terrible. I want to cry.
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