What spawned tonight's hurt was finding out I'm not as accepted by my roommates as I thought.

We discussed moving the date when utilities are paid. All I asked for was a little help remembering while I adjust to the new schedule.

"You need to grow up and do things on your own. You're an adult, Koda" from the one who's chronic fatigue is why I often power through sensory and germophobia hell and spend what few spoons I have to do extra dishes, her dishes, to assist a disabled roommate.