That’s when you understood: Janice had done this before. You weren’t her first roommate. You were just the latest character in her one-woman play, where she was always the victim, and anyone who resisted was written out as the villain.
Janice Griffith seemed like a dream roommate at first. She was quiet, paid her share of the rent on time, and even left little chocolates on your pillow during exam week. You remember thinking, Finally, a stroke of luck. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith
The worst part wasn’t the theft or the lies. It was the performance of friendship. That’s when you understood: Janice had done this before
Underneath, a dozen replies. All of them started the same way: where she was always the victim