Does your roommate refuse to bathe? Are they prone to violent changes of mood, accompanied by various sounds and aromas? Have they a set of complex, ever-changing rules and codes about what you can and cannot do? Do they keep lizards in the bathrub, steal your food, or just play their music loud and long, even when they're not home? Is your story WAY worse than this?
Congratulations, friend, and welcome to roommatehell. This is the place to air your grievances. Bitch, rant, moan, and take some comfort that at least one of our stories is likely to seem worse than yours. And, rest assured, those seven little words are totally fucking welcome.