Ode to Roommates

You want me to do what?
Psh. Roommates. Ugh.
I liked the one I had last year better.
Shhhh. Don't tell
My roommate is kinda a fanatic.
Yeah. You know what I'm talking about.
I tell them over and over again.
Do they listen? No.
Not my fault. Cry your tears elsewhere.
Sometimes, I have pity.
But hey, we are at this school for a reason.
I'm not doing your work for you.
You may not think this is about you.
Well. Maybe it is maybe it isn't.
Guess you'll never know.
I'm not going to tell you.
At least not yet.
Just now things are just petty annoyances.
Hey, I still gotta live with you. For now.
Oh well, next year is another year.
Roommates.
Mine seems attached to me, when it is convenient.
If inconvenient, oh well.
Out with the trash.
Talk and talk about yourself.
Don't listen to me or my stories.
Roommate contracts? Sure, I signed it before I knew.
I know.
I know the real you.
I know the one under the smile and the popularity.
I'm not bitter.
I have a roommate.
And you have one too. And it's me.