My Roommate Was a Total Mouth
My Roommate Was a Total Mouth
Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves‘
disease?”
When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that?
Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?”
My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me.
I went back to the dorm and confronted her
about it.
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She just rolled her
eyes. “How was I
supposed to know depression isn’t
contagious?” she snapped.
The other roommates said she didn’t mean
any harm, told me to chill out. Then, behind
my back, they started spreading nasty rumors
about me.
My depression got worse, and one night, I
climbed onto the roof and jumped.
Then I woke up, and suddenly, I was done
being a punching bag. Instead of obsessing
about what’s wrong with me, I was gonna go
full–on crazy and mess with everyone!
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“Wow, she’s gorgeous! Where was she during
orientation?”
“You guys said Sarah was the prettiest girl in
the major? Nah, this one’s the real deal.”
I could hear the whispers behind me. I
touched my face, realizing I’d been given a
second shot.
A look of pure hate drilled into me.
The next second, Sarah’s shrill voice
exploded in my ear, “Hey, your eyes are, like,
bulging out. Do you have Graves‘ disease or
something?”
It was the first class meeting of the semester,
and the room was quiet.
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Sarah’s loud mouth made everyone turn to
look at me.
The scene was exactly like before.
Back then, I was naive enough to think Sarah
was being nice. I rushed to explain that I
wasn’t sick.
Then she rattled on about how Graves‘
disease made your eyes big and bulging, and
that I looked just like that.
I was so embarrassed I went straight to the
campus clinic for a checkup.
But when I got back, test results in hand, Sarah dropped the whole “concerned” act.
She just tossed her feet up on her desk,
painted her nails, and said with a dismissive
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That “concern” she faked made everyone in
the class think I had a medical condition. I
missed a lot of opportunities because of it.
Then Sarah found my antidepressants in my
drawer.
She told everyone in the dorm, and they all
ostracized me.
She even told my boyfriend that I had that
“disease.”
I couldn’t defend myself, and he broke up with me.
“If your roommate hadn’t been so blunt, how long would you have kept it a secret?” he’d said.
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I was so angry. I asked her why she’d say
such a thing, why she’d lie.
She just shrugged, said she was just being
honest.
The other two roommates, Tiffany and
Jessica, chimed in:
“Let it go, we all live here. Don’t make a big
deal out of it.
“Sarah didn’t mean anything bad, just try to
be more understanding.”
They acted like saints.
Then they turned around and spread rumors
that my bags and clothes were all paid for by
my “sugar daddy.”
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My depression got worse, and I jumped off
the roof in the middle of the night.
But even after death, Sarah posted my story
online for clout.
She claimed I used my depression to boss
people around, that they were all scared to
say anything to me.
My name was dragged through the mud on
social media, and some internet trolls even
found my grave and threw rotten eggs at it,
blaming me for giving people with depression
a bad name.
I’d wasted my first life worrying about being a
burden.
But now? I saw their petty games for what
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Dealing with a psycho wasn’t my fault, so I
decided to out–psycho her.
I covered my nose, leaned back dramatically,
and yelled, louder than Sarah ever did, “Your
breath is rank! Have you ever heard of
brushing your teeth?”
