The charge this time is to close the door after going to the toilet.
This roommate scolded: "Silly X!" Whose toilet is closed 24 hours a day! I finally opened it ... # @% $&"Another roommate said coldly," Hum, she can't hear you. "There is a person busy eating chicken don't talk.
I am really embarrassed. I haven't had time to put on my headphones yet. I heard these words. ......
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It turns out that I'm getting more and more annoying to them, and I think I should be happy.
I won't scold them. Most of the time, I just bear it silently and ignore it. My wish is to spend the rest of my college life quietly, but I am not a generous virgin, but I know that people have to pay their debts. Before I pay, I must be satisfied with perfection and put blx away.
There are three of them and me living in the dormitory now. In addition, two girls who have a good relationship with me have moved out, leaving only three of them to deal with it. It's still a little sad to think about it.
When I was a freshman, our relationship was very good. We used to be a professional excellent dormitory, and we couldn't stop winning prizes in Unity. Later, I went out for training and study, and often left my dormitory for off-campus activities. My two good girls, M and a boyfriend, moved out, and Y went abroad to study and prepare for the exam.
I also went out early and came back late, and I drifted away unconsciously, but I didn't realize the more serious problem at first, until I first heard myself being scolded by them. ? ,,
The problem is that I was very tired that day. I can't carry it back to the dormitory at six o'clock. I want to sleep for an hour and a half before going to the library to read, so I set the alarm clock and climbed onto the upper bunk and fell asleep.
I fell asleep and was vaguely awakened. I know someone has gone back to the dormitory and is still joking. Before I woke up, I tilted my head and went back to sleep. Later, I quit my dream because of the loud laughter. I vaguely understand that they are talking about moving out. They are very excited and criticizing a person.
At that time, I didn't know who I was cursing, so I tried to struggle to see if I could fall asleep again, but I couldn't sleep. I understood their insults-
I was insulted, and I brought another girl, m ... who didn't come back often after moving out. I feel very sorry for m, probably because she was implicated by me. They think it's not enough to scold her. M is very kind and kind. She is my favorite person. There is nothing to blame for being a man and doing things. The only thing she did wrong was that she had something in common with me-she didn't often go back to the dormitory and alienated them.
And my crime is more serious-I don't go back to the dormitory, go out early and come back late, disturb their sleep, eat at night, type on the computer at night, don't make the bed, and force W to be with a boy she doesn't like (M and I have fixed W with that boy several times) ... It's embarrassing that they didn't know I was lying on it when they scolded, so they had no scruples.
I was shocked at first, and I didn't even feel sad, because in my understanding, the relationship between our dormitory has always been very good. They are all lovely in my heart. I love them very much and trust them very much. I didn't expect this, and I didn't expect that they had already established their own small group.
I couldn't help crying until W started making videos of her family and abusing me in front of them. I'm already notorious ... another reason why I cry is that this roommate is the kindest and gentlest one I thought at first. I never believed that she would say such a mean thing. The fact is, I not only said it, but also said it well. ......
Ironically, after listening for so long, I didn't move. At first, I forgot to move. Later, I was afraid they would be embarrassed to know that I was still speaking ill of me. I didn't move until the alarm clock saved me, so I didn't have to suffer or cry silently.
Now I'm really sure that I was still thinking about them and wanted to roll my eyes at myself.
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When they heard the alarm clock, they immediately turned off the video and whispered. When I got out of bed, W and I were left in the dormitory, and everyone else walked away.
I would have dried my tears, put on my shoes and confronted her directly. I recalled that I should have been very calm at that time, and my tone was calm and not excessive. As a result, W's reaction once again broke my last fantasy.
W I broke the jar when I asked, and generously explained to me that it was only because they wanted to move out, fearing that their parents would not agree. It's a little noisy at night, but it's not that serious. Hearing her seemingly indifferent explanation, I didn't ask again, and my heart smiled bitterly. How could she change her face and become so shameless, just as she was not the one who scolded me endlessly a minute ago.
Her appearance really makes me sick. I quickly packed my things and went out. I told W to come back to the dormitory at ten o'clock in the evening to talk and make things clear.
When I went downstairs, my name was M. Just after calling her name, I couldn't help choking up and tears came out. I said something briefly to avoid scolding her and let her go back to the dormitory at night.
M also knows something is wrong, because she has never seen me cry. I have never shed tears in front of anyone for a whole year in college. Cry quietly under the covers when you are homesick. This really hurts my self-esteem. It took me a long time to calm down.
When I calm down, I am rethinking whether my recent behavior has reached an unforgivable level. One by one, I recalled that I was really in a hurry to shoot a video and write a press release to the student union. I went back to the dormitory very late, and I didn't care too much about controlling the volume when I washed. I was hungry at one o'clock when I was writing, so I ate some peanuts as cushions. I am usually too busy to go back to the dormitory. In the past two months, I only had a meal in the whole dormitory on my birthday, and I didn't chat with you the rest of the time.
As long as there is a little movement at night, it will be obvious that they are really disturbing their rest, but they never remind me in person, and I remind them to pay attention, but they never say a word. ...
Come to think of it carefully, I invited everyone to dinner on my birthday, and the atmosphere was very strange. It's obviously my birthday, and they eat so much that they basically ignore me. I thought I called M's boyfriend and they were embarrassed. After all, M and her boyfriend R are both my husbands, so I know R better. So the situation becomes that the three of us (me, M, R) occasionally talk together and the four of us joke together. Y, who was going to study abroad, was with them.
Blame me me for being too slow and trusting them too much. When I found out, once the problem started, it was out of control.
03
That night, I once again saw the seriousness of women falling out. You can still laugh with me before the incident. Laugh with me. After the incident, M and I returned to the dormitory at 10 o'clock on time, and there was no one, and our attitude was super cold. I once suspected that we were the shameful traitors, but W, who criticized me the most, really didn't take it seriously and didn't come back until half past ten. My heart is cold, and m can see that it is also very uncomfortable.
After everyone in the dormitory arrived, M began to take the initiative to speak and asked them to talk about their dissatisfaction, hoping to find the crux and solve the problem. After M finished speaking, I began to speak, admitting my mistakes, hoping that they would have any questions.
When I was talking to M, no one was watching us. She and I both cried, but we were indifferent. Finally, I gave up and there was nothing to talk about. At that moment, I spoke my mind, but my heart felt extremely empty and cold.
After a short silence, M and I stopped crying. Roommates q, s, and w have casually explained a few words. It is easy to see this indifferent attitude. It's like watching a joke I was silent for just ten minutes, as if cast a shadow. We all know that there is no real solution at all, but they just want to end it quickly and talk without any intention. M and I had no choice but to look at each other and went to sleep that night.
I thought it was just that we couldn't go back. After all, everyone is a roommate, but once a girl's dormitory group rejects a person, it can reach a disgusting level. Since this incident, the dormitory relationship has burst its banks and collapsed. It wasn't long before y fell out with them and took the initiative to take refuge in us. Cracks are even more irreparable. I talked to y once when I wanted to understand, because I knew that y and their final direction would be different. Y chose the right side for her, and she was very serious.
Just like my problems with them, Y and their problems will appear sooner or later. As expected, Y accidentally found that the three of them had set up a small group to reject her and fell out completely.
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The six of us were very sad, and we answered a friend's words-the relationship between girls' dormitories really depends on fate. Fate has arrived, and turning your face is faster than anyone else.
Now we don't care about each other. I used to think that I would get better gradually, but now I don't think about it. I am really lazy and don't want to spend my time on shameful personality. I have my own standards for judging people's character. I hate shameless villains who speak ill of others behind their backs, and I hate betrayal. Once you feel that there is something wrong with this person's morality, you will look down on him from your heart.
I can't say how bad they are. Everyone has a bad side, but without that kind of kindness, small evils will gradually kill kindness.
I insist on refusing to move out like the two of me. At first, they couldn't stand the noise when we moved out. Now they are talking happily, so what harm have I suffered? I admit that sometimes I am too stubborn. Those who move out are clean, while those who stay resist. Now we are not as good as strangers.
A year later, I was not so straightforward. Tired of running around, I wanted to spend the rest of my college time quietly, but I still didn't move out because I had no money. Now I try to shrink myself in the dormitory and leave them alone. What I can't guard against is that I will still be left out by bad words. I don't care. I manage myself silently and make no mistakes.
Forbearance at this time should be regarded as double repayment of their debts at that time. I know that this time of solitude is also a test of my patience, and all the hardships in life are aimed at achieving the comfortable self in the future.
I read a lot of books, and gradually I don't hate it, and I don't compete with myself anymore. Time is not worth wasting on rotten people. Living my life well is more important than anything else.
I just want to think that they completely treat me as a stranger. People are strange, they will occasionally show kindness to strangers, and they are also ruthless and indifferent to those who used to be friends. I'd better be a stranger in their hearts, there is not much time left. I don't want any trouble. I hope to live in peace.