when i go to college i really hope i can find a way to not have a roommate because i am fully convinced having one at all, no matter who, would make me go crazy

Imagine a world where, at the end of the day, you didn't get to let loose? What if someone was always watching you, always there to hear any thing you wanted to do? What if you couldn't even go to bed without someone in your room? What if I told you this place was real? It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call, The Roommate Zone.

My toxic creator trait is I will disappear into the woods for two weeks but then emerge covered in blood holding aloft the horniest art on earth on the timeline and go back into hibernation to cope sometimes.