At the beginning of the year I was nervous that we wouldn't get along.
But we did! And that was awesome! We found out that we were both into plays and movies, we had similar personalities and we worked so well together. People in our building would look at us and be like "wow, they were meant to live together."
We spent so much time laughing, talking, and having a great time together. We spent so much time together that when one of us showed up somewhere without the other everyone would wonder where the other was.
We were honestly so good to one another. Like when I would vacuum because I knew you liked it, or when I was sick and you got me food from the dining hall.
But something changed.
You changed.
We changed.
You stopped wanting to hang out with me. You only hung out with other girls in our building and made new friends without me in a different building.
But that was fine because I changed too. I made more friends at our church and since you and all of our friends ditched me, I was able to figure out who I was by myself. Us growing apart has made me grow as a person.
However something that was not okay was the time when without warning your drunk boyfriend stayed the night. Or the time when I walked in our whole room smelt like beer because you were letting friends drink in there and didn't care that I could have been written up as well. Or the time when you had a Netflix and Chill date and used my pillows and speaker without asking. Or the time when I was sleeping at seven in the morning and you let your boyfriend use my printer. Or the time when I left already for break and you let people go through my stuff.
I felt so absolutely disrespected because I would have never put you in those situations.
And honestly I'm glad that you and the other girls in our suite are trying to keep it on the down low that you guys are moving in together next year and are not inviting me to live with you because I'd awkwardly have to tell you no thank you.
I would hate to live with you again. I would hate to have to go through this experience of feeling lonely and isolated again. Like when you would pretend to be asleep so you didn't have to deal with me, or when you would invite everyone else in our suite to hang out except me.
And I cannot think of what I could have done for you to treat me like this. Was my side of the room too messy for you? Because I know I'm a slob, I've been one all year, so what gives? Did I say something careless that offended you? Because if I did, why didn't you confront me about it? I would have liked to have a mature conversation to fix the situation than rather have lived like strangers for the rest of the semester.
But after all of this, I have to say thank you. Thank you because we did have a few good times. Thank you for teaching me how to be cordial to someone when they've really hurt me, because previous to living with you I would always avoid or run away from those problems. Thank you for teaching me how to deal with my best friend not liking me anymore.
I don't what else to say besides see you around, and I'm so NOT going to miss living with you.
