No, not that sort of dump. I didn't actually marry him after he bought me insect spray (because that'd be kind of strange). However, he moved out. Now I feel a little bad, a little strange, and slightly empty.
No one to harass me about maths/chem in the middle of the night, no one to say at 1am "hey let's watch a movie", no one to buy me more insect spray when my window becomes infested with spiders, no one to cook me food, bring me tea and wash my dishes for me. And all that stuff aside, he was a nice person. He wasn't loud, he didn't disturb me, we didn't fight for the bathroom (like I had to with my brother). He didn't have any bad habits either, and his room was sooooo much more cleaner than mine. Fair to say, you only start appreciating someone when you lose them.
I guess I understand why he moved out. It's kind of awkward, being here when I'm depressed half the time and hyper the other half. Then there's the matter of my parents. They think they're being so nice, but not from my perspective. Eh, we've grown apart (that's an understatement). Plus the fact that I don't try very hard to entertain him--- I'm afraid of appearing needy 1/2 the time... so I do my best to leave him alone and to not harass him. That probably came across as being cold towards him. Gah. Is there ever a clear line between how much you should interact with someone so that you're at the "friendly" yet not "creepily over-enthusiastic" level? I have trouble defining it. This is what's defined as "socially awkward", right?
Heh, I'm kinda troubled about my image. First World Problems.
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