09th Sep 2009
Wednesday // 8am // 5 months ago
Worst Part? His Name Was Claude
1. He was a selfish, manipulating, immature psychopath who couldn’t get to sleep without smoking weed (bought with my money) and who kept me locked up in the house, banning me from seeing my friends and family.
2. I had to move into his mom’s house (he was 31) in the most cracked out neighborhood of Montreal because he took so much of my student loan money- because he refused to work - that I couldn’t afford to stay in my own apartment.
3. The worst bit is that he blamed everybody and everything around him for the sorry, pathetic state of his life: his mom, his boss, his dad who had never been there, my friends, the jews, black people, anglophone canadians… EVERYBODY but his dipshit self. I don’t miss you, Claude…
