Delusionally stank

When I initially moved in with my roommate I knew something was funny about her. Not only did she make me itch, she made me cringe. In other words, even though she came off nice, my Spidey senses were not tingling, but on fire. I brushed it off until I was met with a smell. An overwhelming damp smell I couldn’t really pinpoint. This led her to spray, spray, and spray her perfume in the air every time she came in the room. Due to my history of severe anxiety, I thought it was me. I made sure my laundry was done every week. I made sure I sprayed my bed down with febreeze. I washed more thoroughly. I mean, c’mon! I was over here busting my ovaries for Christ sake! Still….that smell, though. It was strong. It mixed in way too well with her perfume. Then it hit me….it was her ass!! Tediously so, the spraying continued… I didn’t want to be rude, so I didn’t say anything. That was until her friends started saying slick comments around me. One was “smells bad, looks bad”, which totally had me confused. They were quite open with it actually. I was pissed. I was upset. I wanted to trash her side of the room. Long story short, I confronted her friend and she heard me. She moved out the same day…. If I was so stank, why didn’t move out weeks ago?
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