nearly a year in from my roommate moving out I finally threw out half the random crap he left that I stored in the "master" room (some of which was mine he just took it as his own and totalled it so bad) and moved some furniture around into that room and the living room

urgh no clue how to clean the walls but at least I moved my ass. I need aesthetic and art

I was over at his new place. he has a new roommate. the new roommate's ex girlfriend came over and she's been helping me with stuff. well I was freaking out and before we left I told former roomie that what he did was fucked up, and somehow this time it felt different to say it. so maybe now I'm free of that nonsense. been a long time. and nobody stopped me from saying it either this time... actually I started it by saying that. talk about fucked up, man. a family where you're not allowed to say jack shit. he thought I was an orphan that needed a family and adopted me. you know what he then did? decided to orphan me. I'm estranged from my own family by choice. this guy offered me (quite ecstatically) his and when I had words he kicked me out. I mean on top of other stuff. just so much honestly

this started AS A HAPPY RANT BUT NOW IM JUST RECALLING MEMORIES

soul retrieval, guiuzzz. mine appeared to have shattered. stressful ngl