I relay one itty bitty piece of information and the school goes haywire.
to begin with, my res fellow comes in and speaks with me, informing me my room mate had expressed concern to her. So, I believed that was it.
no, no. the residence building manager just called me, asking to arrange a meeting so we could “talk about me” because my res fellow had spoken to her, again, expressing worry.
“is that okay with you?” she asked.
I sighed and thought “I guess so”, but only replied “yup”.
Jesus, fuck offf. I’m sick of talking, I don’t want/need your help. fuck right off, and stop bothering me.