This girl who lived with me, she had anxiety and depression. She took medication for it.

It was incredibly frustrating. She usually had money for stuff, but she never cleaned. After it became clear that we wanted her to clean up around the place more, she became sort of reclusive. This is compared to her hanging out with us fairly often.

Anyway, she doesn't clean very much and NEVER has done an entire load of dishes. We had all at that point been taking turns doing the whole load in the sink. It gets around to her turn, we ask her. We ask her again. Five days pass and there is a huge pile of cups now outside the sink. We ask her to do them, one of my other roommates is kind of a dick about it, but then apologizes and asks nicely. She says yes, sorry, she will do them.

Next day rolls around, and around 5pm she isn't there and the dishes aren't done. My other roommate who apologized earlier is pissed and (foolishly) out of anger, puts the cups on a towel, on her bed, to make a point that she needs to do them. This does not go over well and she blows up.

She proceeds to cover his room in silly string and confetti. We later found out she was going to put dog shit in there as well but her friend stopped her from doing that.

He gets home. She is hiding in her room, my friend calls her out. They start arguing. She is not letting him talk, so he is just trying to shout over her.

I explode. I yell at her that she is out of line, and that she has been a horrible roommate to us. That we all have been putting some amount of effort in and she has put very little.

From that point on she stayed in her room and hardly talked to us. Spent most of her time watching TV. I didn't see her go out much. Things started to get better until her 17 year old sister and her sister's 22 year old boyfriend came to live with us (without us really being able to say no).

I guess I posted this because of the thing about depression and anxiety.