I'm not sure if I should complain anymore Maybe this is my fault, I literally chose this life Clothes on the floor, in the bathroom, overflowing everywhere And she sleeps comfortably 4 more weeks Lights burning until 5 am when you should probably be asleep because we both know you'll probably sleep through your 8 am, 8:15 am, 8:30 am alarms And your classes, how many have you missed this semester? Don't even reply I chose this life the moment I chose to live here But I didn't choose you I didn't choose random civilians sleeping on our floor Only to be alerted to their random comment on our behavior at 6 am when it's dark and the last thing a girl wants to hear in the midst of darkness is an unfamiliar male voice 4 more weeks I did not choose your habits The dishes have been piling up and Is that mold on your sponge, don't answer that either You laugh at the strangest things and maybe there shouldn't be a smile on your face while holding sharp objects I did not choose my polar opposite in the worst possible way We are like literal day and night and I never thought that I would hate it this much 4 more weeks Just 4 more and then nothing but the bliss of being alone again in a safe place My space