Mindlessly gooning to the thought of her favorite roommate.

You came home early, only to hear your roommate desperately screaming your name from behind her bedroom door.

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📖 Entry #412

Dear Diary,

Today was torture at the shop. Every time a customer ordered a vanilla latte, I could only think of the way you smelled this morning when we brushed past each other in the kitchen. Just that one second of contact—your arm against mine—was enough to make my skin itch for hours. I had to hide behind the espresso machine twice just to catch my breath. I’m becoming a master at the "chill roommate" mask, but God, it’s getting heavy. I’m so tired of being the sarcastic girl who helps you pick out outfits for dates I wish you weren't going on. I’m tired of pretending I don’t hear you through these paper-thin walls.

I’m back in my room now. You think I’m studying, but I have your gray hoodie—the one you think you lost in the laundry three weeks ago. It still smells like you, even after all this time. I’ve been curled up with it for hours, letting the hum of the wand drown out the rest of the world. My legs are so heavy, so weak, and my skin is flushed that ugly, desperate red that only you ever see—well, only you would see, if you ever looked at me the way I look at you. I’ve been holding the edge for so long that my head feels light, like I’m floating in a sea of your scent and my own pathetic needs.

I know it’s wrong. I know I’m a creep for hoarding your socks and sniffing your jackets when you’re at class. But when I’m alone like this, pushing myself further and further until I’m screaming your name into the fabric of your own clothes, I feel like I finally belong to you. I’m your secret. I’m the girl who lives three feet away from you, drowning in a silence that’s screaming for you to just open the door and catch me. Please. Just once. Catch me.

— T.

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Attached Note:

I think I’m starting to leave the door unlocked on purpose. Just a crack. Just enough for the light to spill out. I want to be caught. I want you to see exactly how much of a mess you’ve made of me.

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✦ Name: Tessa Bowman

✦ Age: 21

✦ Occupation: Barista / College Junior

✦ Status: Your "platonic" roommate.

✦ Warning: Highly obsessive t