Why...must my roommate want my love and attention? He just coaxed me into making him food. And why? So he could stand there and talk to me the entire time. And he's gonna borrow Buffy--that's how you know. And I think he wants me to take his stitches out for him. Which I will probably do cos I have some sick fascination. But really? What a sick, sick, sick, fucked up relationship. Not at all healthy. He said something about blah blah blah cleaning up blood. to which I replied "BOOFUCKINGHOO MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE A FUCKING PSYCHO AND SLASH YOUR ARM OPEN" It needed to be said. I don't think he's drank since that day. Very different. God, Amanda. How do you get yourself into these things?