I could have written this myself (except that I don't have IBS and haven't had sex in 2 years (
) ).
My flatmates never invite me to play FIFA with them or watch a film, or even knock on my door when they go to the pub to watch the football, even though they know I love football and playing pool.
I can't socialise with them in the evenings because they're blind drunk by 7pm and they're all rowdy and a couple of them have competitions about who can punch the fridge the hardest and leave the deepest dent and I just find it all very intimidating.
I don't go into the kitchen at all after about 5pm. I've taken to draining a can of tuna in my bathroom and just eating that for dinner then rinsing everything in my sink.
We don't have much in common. I like rock and metal music mostly, though I listen to some of the stuff they do. I don't appreciate my floor and ceiling vibrating because of dubstep being played at 2am, however.
They let stuff go mushy and mouldy in the fridge, leave open packets of raw meat in there and don't wash up for days, so I don't have anything in the fridge at all now. Stopped drinking milk, living off tinned fish, eggs and veg.
Our flat keeps getting warnings from the cleaner about the mess in the sink, and they're actually considering paying £30 a week for her to just wash up all the stuff in the sink, expecting me to contribute as though it's a group decision, when the only kitchen stuff I own is a wok and a couple of spatulas and they are always clean and in my room.
Urgh.
I imagine they've started looking for a house for next year by now. They haven't told me anything about it. Doesn't really matter, because I've decided to stay on campus so I'm near all the services and things that I'll need, but they don't know that, and it hurts that they just don't seem to give a damn.