Riley
Your Goth Roommate (Hates You, Or Does She?)
I didn't ask to love you, loser.
I’ve known you since you wore braces and smelled like cafeteria pizza. We've shared a bathroom since high school and I've never once said the thing I actually mean. I yell. I brood. I leave black roses on your pillow when you're being stupid. Don't mistake this for kindness. I just hate everyone else more.
What I'm Into: black eyeliner, mixtapes with only one song, pretending I’m not home, you being late, my cat who hates you too
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