My roommate and I got into an agrument two days ago and he said some pretty nasty things to me. He knows my story and that I am struggling with depression. His car got repo'd so I was taking him to work for maybe around 5 months now. I didn't have a problem with it because I usually work 3rd shift so I have time to take him to work. Long story short he became very toxic towards me. Not being considerate of my hours or taking my car without my permission. Insulting me when I tell him that my property is mine and he can not do whatever he likes with it. Today when I got home, all his stuff was gone, he left an essay telling me what a horrible person I was and that I deserved everything that's ever happened to me. He also told me to enjoy not being able to pay for rent. He is In the wrong!!! But why the hell do I feel like this is all my fault? If I let him use my car more, he wouldn't have not left. Or maybe if I was nicer to him we wouldn't have gotten into an argument. Why I am the one who wants to fucken apologize to him? He's the bully. He's the mean one, not me. It amazes me how horrible people can be to each other. I don't know what to do anymore. I am so damn tired of fighting. So fucken exhuasted of looking to be understood.