[Foot notes on bottom, way too long but I have to detail it out]

I am not really certain.. How to start explaining..

I moved from the regular dorms in Brookline, MA. To the apartment style housing through my school in Boston, MA. Thinking location was everything. I forget girls can just be straight mean.


I decided on moving in with a fashion student, mainly based on being near a close friend of mine in the same suite. 6 girls 1 apartment, I didn't have "HIGH" expectations...

I didn't at all expect the shit storm that went down..After I met her, I recalled my friend stating she had already decided to not give me a chance because of her. She also I think hated my unique style, piercings and what not.. So superficial.

No matter what I came in with a positive attitude to make new friends. It's how I like to be?
When I got there, she didn't feel good she was asleep, when I had to move in.. Great way to meet someone. Anyway She went back to bed after my mother left, and I decided to just come back and crash on the couch not to wake her, she let me turn on the light, and I got to crash on my bed. I didn't really notice any hostility really until the next day.

She texted me the next day, as I was in my first class, asking me to come back and clean up my totes from the room. Even acknowledging she sounded like a bitch..
I went back that night, with my friend Wade, and he helped me tuck everything on my side of the room, and fix everything so my tv was set up etc...

I thought she'd be happy. Nope. Her friend, my friend's roommate two doors down.. Brought a room switch to me. Which I was happy with, and the next night I agreed to it, and confirmed it all nicely with my roommate.

Third night living in this apartment. Dry campus. Roommate switch all accepted. She asked if I smoked earlier. I said yes.



I left. My. Bag...




Fuck...



Crashed at my friend Glen's place, actually in a good mood...
9:30am I found out through her friend, that she had reported my bag for smelling like bud. She had the Resident Life Counselor insect my bag. Confiscating my pieces and an empty half pint of JD. Threw away my bud.

She also reported a nug she could have just thrown out...

That's two incidents. Thankfully the school didn't call the cops, or kick me out.

Obviously I no longer felt safe there. She just wanted to mess with me. So, I just started bumming around. Finally switched rooms after 2 weeks. But my homework got stuck in Quincy, then I got sick with Bronchitis and conjunctivitis in both eyes during midterms...

My whole term was fucked. Wasted 6k. No money left. I was forced to withdraw from school.

As I was waiting to come home, my aunt who helped raise me since birth. Suddenly passed away, she was getting better... I love her so much, and I didn't get to say goodbye.


Now, my whole life feels like it's in a hole. ~


My art style might change.


[Foot notes]

Life.
D:
Homeless.
Roommate was a mean-girl and reported me for things unnecessarily that lead to me having to couch surf
School.
Being homeless, caused me to miss too much school/ sick
I was forced to withdraw, and am destitute.
Death.
My beloved aunt passed away unexpectedly and my life is crumbing because of it.
Hate.
So much negative happening - is killing me.