turns out i can't sleep at night anymore. at this juncture in my life, i really need someone to talk to if im going home alone, and yet all i have is a drunk, belligerent asshole who just wants to 'fuck shit up'. awesome. and i can't be sad about all this because it's of my own doing...even though im doing what i think is right, and yet im terribly unhappy. i love the time weve been spending together of late, its the seperation at the end of the day that im not used to..not even referring to physical things, just the comfort and conversation. something needs to change. or my roommate needs to sober the fuck up. isnt that ironic?