Apparently, for the last 5 years I've been living with someone who professed to love me, then when I left the room whispered how she hated me guts. Never once in the past five years has she confronted me directly, offered any advice on how to improve the state of our "relationship" or done anything but be a two-faced bitch.
Today, I was given an ultimatum, with no context, no provocation, no anything, that I had 2 weeks to get a job, or get out. This ultimatum just so happened to be delivered in the middle of me having a panic attack.
So, naturally, like a mature and rational adult I tried to drown myself in the stream behind the apartment.