You were supposed to be my roommate, not my greatest obstacle and deceiver.

I can’t believe that I let you get this close to me. I let you in, I told you everything. And you threw the friendship away and time after time threw the words back in my face. I thought that we were friends, that you cared. But I know now that the only one that you are capable of caring for is for yourself. I don’t know who is a bigger idiot, you, for being the way that you’re being, or me, for trusting you and forgiving you time and time again. How did I do this to myself. How did I let you do all this to me.