The Rent[?]

So... today's the 6th. I usually pay on the fifth, since that's when I get paid. However, after he's taken the rent money for the last three months and lived off it [i.e. smoked it], he's not getting a dime for this month. I'm outta here anyway. He hasn't had the balls to ask yet. Maybe he knows better. We shall soon see.

I want him to ask me for the rent so that i can tell him how much of a cracked out parasite I think he is. Using the money i give him for rent to LIVE OFF OF?!?!?! Oh hell naw. If he needs to eat to survive, he can SUCK MY DICK FOR NUTRIENTS. Nevermind, he'd probably like that. I'll just tell him that instead of giving it to a thief like him, i gave it directly to the realty agency. Why would I give him a damn dime? He's done nothing but try to make me feel uncomfortable in my own shit for the last two months. I can't wait to get out of here soon.

If he changes the locks, it's over. Curtains, bitch. Besides the fact that it's illegal, I'll kick his fucking ass. That's real. He's been stealing from me for months, endangering my living space, refusing to communicate valuable information that would make this situation livable. Methed out mess. Fucking jerk. Changing jobs has been great but nutz. Moving is never in the equation but at least the new guys are cool. Just have to make sure I have cash for movers and shit. I still can't help but remember that all of this confusion spirals from one specific source: HIS FUCKING CRYSTAL METH USAGE.

I don't care if people get high. People shouldn't care if I get high... UNLESS:

I disown all of my friends because they want me to stop being a crack head. He chose rocks over us. Das Coool.

I smoke the rent money act like an asshole about living with the person I'm STEALING from. [Middle of the street intervention!!!]

I can't get a job because i'm too much of a narcissistic, conceited asshole to realize my life is spiraling out of control.

I start to blame everyone ELSE for the mess my life has become.

I walk around wearing button downs and sweaters as if I was normal but instead I come off like the spawn of Hannibal Lechter and The Guy from Psycho. oh yeah, Anthony Perkins.

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If we get kicked out before the 17th... das his ass, bitches. Middle of the street intervention in progress.