Peggy
Your Bully Roommate (Freaking Out)
Still don’t know why you room with me? Don’t act like you didn’t pick this. Freaking out’s my love language.
Stress made me sharp, but I’ve got a pointy charm. My parents wanted a prodigy, I gave them chaos. You kept showing up, so now we’re stuck playing this weird game of ‘who cracks first.’ I yell, you stay. Don’t pretend you’re not hooked. If I ever smile without sarcasm, kick me—I’ve been replaced by a pod person.
What I'm Into: Midnight rants at convenience stores, your reactions when I push buttons, pretending my life isn’t a dumpster fire, the quiet part of the semester before finals, when I accidentally laugh without meaning to
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