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I was going through my photos backed up on google and found all the pictures and videos I made when I was living with The Literal Worst Housemate last summer. I won't ever put them up anywhere, I mostly made them as just...proof that I wasn't exagerating how bad it was or imagining it. And just remembering how bad things were last summer in general, compared to now? I'm finally in a pretty good place.

For context, Worst Housemate was a paranoid schizophrenic who stopped taking her psych drugs, went completely off the rails, had random outbursts of anger, was generally just destructive and I basically had to hide everything of mine that was valuable, as well as the knives. I honestly tried to deal with it, but after I tried talking to her about seeing a doctor, she got mad at me and I became one of her "enemies", so she had to go. I lost 30 pounds from sheer stress.

Soooool yeah lol my life has improved a lot since then. If it wasn't for credit card bills and my student loan I could probably live comfortably by myself, but at least I have better housemates and make better money, and will be making even better money once my trainee gets certified and I get certified as a trainer. It took until my early thirties but life is finally...ok.