The Alcoholic has been texting like crazy ever since he lost his apartment and his best friend, the same night he lied to me, after paying his phone bill. I really don't believe a thing he says anymore. I know he's trying to use me for a place to stay, and I may be the very last person still putting up with this shit since it seems like no one else talks to him anymore. He's currently blaming his new roommate for not helping with his sadness. He's basically doing the same thing to everyone that he does to me. Nothing is his responsibility. It's everyone else's job to handle his emotions for him. I know this is a shitty time to block someone who might be homeless in a couple weeks but I have my own life to worry about. He's not my fucking child. It's always been this way and I'm sick of it and can already predict how letting him in my apartment would turn out.
Anyway he still has an apartment for two weeks and I know he's very resourceful. For my own sanity, I might keep him blocked for that amount of time, if not longer. I just fucking can't anymore with him. And it's very obvious that being without him has been a complete reversal of the stress and depression that was always around when he was around. What a coincidence. I've been sooo much better alone that I never want to return to how things were. Whatever happens to him is his responsibility. He dug himself in this hole, and if I stoop to pick him up, he'll pull me back down into that hole too.
Nah, I'm good.
11:40 p.m. - 2020-05-18