She told me that she didn't want to be friends with me anymore.
I will be straightforward. I was raised as an only child, thus, I can be an inconsiderate brat with sharing issues. But after living with a roommate (whom I am lucky enough to also call a friend) for the last 9 months, I have become a better person in (at the very least) 5 ways. And to many of you out there, these are not particularly noteworthy ways; but I am finding that it's the little things that define who we are as people. I am here to appreciate those little things.