I used to be vaguely friends with my roommates. I picked Abigail up from the Metro a bunch of times and from a distant airport in the middle of the night, and we had a couple movie nights; Terry would interrupt a Skype call to tell me something about Pokemon and I gave him a shitton of hair gel. It was pretty good. Then they started more or less ignoring me, and they got closer to each other, and that's fine. Now apparently Terry's pissed that I left dirty dishes in the sink for a while, because when I'm only home between 1 and 8 am and I'm barely able to manage to maintain reasonable levels of food, sleep, and hygiene, dishes aren't my top priority. Now I know I should leave my dirty dishes in my room instead, I guess. My dishes haven't been the only ones in the sink in ages, and I take out the trash almost every week (i.e. no one else does so I do it because otherwise it won't happen) so I didn't think it was a big deal. And now I'm wasting a little time I have home before 1am feeling shitty about it. I have a headache and I haven't showered or done any of the things I need to do in my life besides eat dinner and do laundry. I haven't had a full day off since April 29 (which I spent at a march) and most days I've been working ~14 hours. Can no one give me a teensy break? But I have to keep living with these people and I don't want to move (/definitely don't have time for that shit now) and relationship damage is relationship damage. They used to find me entertaining or something. I don't know. They used to seem to like me. I don't know what I did that I'm not doing now, but I bet I don't have time for it.