Please let me be. Please go away. I am NOT going to get up today [or at least not until you leave]!" ~adapted from Dr. Seuss

So my roommate and I had a huge argument Monday night after FHE. She always wants to confront issues, and personally, I prefer to avoid them. I really only confront issues with people that I really really care about. I know that sounds jerk-ish of me, but, it's the truth. For the most part, the issues aren't big enough, or I don't care enough to extend the energy to fix them... Oh wow, I hate confrontation. So, anyway, she cornered me. For the record, that's super annoying. So, Monday I spent a lot of time over at my friend's house, chatting with his roommates. It's so nice that their apartment is my sanctuary. Luckily, this time, they didn't know that that was a big part of the reason I went over there so much. So anyway, Dave was doing his laundry at my apartment. My roommates don't particularly like it when he does that, but we both think it's funny, and he knows I'll never say no. So, when he came to pick up his laundry, I went in and was chatting with him, and my roommate came home, and started freaking out to my other roommate and her fiance about it. Well, that was it. I walked Dave to the stairs, and then went straight to my best friend Jill's apartment. I asked her if I could sleep there and she said of course, so, we both came to my place and grabbed my stuff. Everyone asked where I was going and why, and I simply said, "I'm spending the night with Jill because I feel like it," daring them to question me. I spent the whole of Tuesday fuming and crying, and writing my roommate a letter, explaining to her how I felt and stating simply that I was NOT going to deal with it anymore, and that I would leave before another confrontation occurred. Luckily, she's moving out in 6 weeks. So anyway, Dave and I had made this deal that if he did his laundry at my place that I got to watch Harry Potter with him when he bought it Tuesday. So, he text messaged me, and I went over there for the rest of the night. My phone died... Yay for no interruptions from the outside world! Hurray! After leaving Dave's house at 11:30, completely exhausted, I went straight back to Jill's house and slept there again. When I got home on Wednesday, she had left me a letter, appologizing, and saying she hoped we could at least be cordial to each other for the next six weeks... We still haven't said more than 6 words to each other since our argument... All I can say is thank goodness for good friends like Jill and Dave, who are always there for me to vent to, who rescue me when I feel trapped, and who never judge me... ever. They are the friends that I cherish. Theirs are the friendships that I have and will continue to fight to keep. Treat me the way they do, and you'll have a friend for life. Judge and belittle me, and you get nothing.