There's only one horrible story I've got with room mates, but it was enough to fuck over my life and end my uni aspirations.
I don't want to go too much into it, but all I will say is this: NEVER move in with a group of people who are friends with each other but you don't know them, because they will act all nice and friendly to get you to sign the papers...Then they gang together and consistently fuck you over and you will be trapped because you signed a contract.
This is about as much details as I'm gonna share, to this day this experience still haunts me and has turned me into the mistrustful anti social arse I am today, a year of constant bullying will do that I guess+ failing uni cos of little things like not being able to get fucking sleep at night due to your neighbours being weirdos who sleep with the radio on loud and never gives 2 fucks about what it does to you no matter how many times you ask.
Even remembering this experience boils my blood (and unlike times when I usually pretend i'm angry for attempts at comedy, im deadly serious here) and I hate myself for having been so fucking nice and trusting. I've had trust issues with people ever since.
My next room mates were shitty as well (thieves and liars and bullies in their own way too), but they didn't fuck up my life quite as hard and had I not been so depressed (my grandma died too, most important person in my life), I'd probably have been able to put up with those, but I was in a dark place so ended up being the last time I lived with people and the beginning of my withdrawal from society.
It's worth noting that prior to this, I was in boarding school and had lived with multiple room mates growing up.
And I ALWAYS got on amazingly well with all my roomies, which unfortunately led to the naive belief that I'd get along well with anyone I move in with...Ha ha that certainly turned out to be a big delusion.
I don't want to go too much into it, but all I will say is this: NEVER move in with a group of people who are friends with each other but you don't know them, because they will act all nice and friendly to get you to sign the papers...Then they gang together and consistently fuck you over and you will be trapped because you signed a contract.
This is about as much details as I'm gonna share, to this day this experience still haunts me and has turned me into the mistrustful anti social arse I am today, a year of constant bullying will do that I guess+ failing uni cos of little things like not being able to get fucking sleep at night due to your neighbours being weirdos who sleep with the radio on loud and never gives 2 fucks about what it does to you no matter how many times you ask.
Even remembering this experience boils my blood (and unlike times when I usually pretend i'm angry for attempts at comedy, im deadly serious here) and I hate myself for having been so fucking nice and trusting. I've had trust issues with people ever since.
My next room mates were shitty as well (thieves and liars and bullies in their own way too), but they didn't fuck up my life quite as hard and had I not been so depressed (my grandma died too, most important person in my life), I'd probably have been able to put up with those, but I was in a dark place so ended up being the last time I lived with people and the beginning of my withdrawal from society.
It's worth noting that prior to this, I was in boarding school and had lived with multiple room mates growing up.
And I ALWAYS got on amazingly well with all my roomies, which unfortunately led to the naive belief that I'd get along well with anyone I move in with...Ha ha that certainly turned out to be a big delusion.