Oct 24, 2023
I’m at the house in Preston. Everything went crazy. I’m going to go stay in a hostel on Friday. I’ll stay there for the rest of my time in Melbourne. Carly lost her mind.
I had fallen asleep at 9:30, and so the door was open until 5 am. I woke up to the sound of her slamming it shut as hard as she could.
Then she went into the kitchen and tried to make as much noise as she could by dragging the chairs around on floor. I figured she was angry at everyone in the house for not having closed the door for her.
So the next day I went to work. All day at work I was so angry, but I was really trying to sorta centre myself and not let myself get angry. I didn’t want to go home because I had no idea what she’d be like. I walked into the kitchen and she was talking to Cory all normally and smiling.
That afternoon I got high. Then I bought a bunch of beer. I got drunk and then walked to the bar. I was there pretty late. I don’t remember much, I was pretty drunk.
I arrived home as she was coming out of the bathroom. My memory is super foggy. I remember we hugged. Then I told her about how I can’t stop drinking and that I’ve been going to AA.
Then we went to the back patio. Somehow we got onto the topic of the back door. I think I brought it up, but I’m not certain. I have no memory.
I remember her saying that she doesn't understand how people can leave the door wide open. I told her she’s assuming everyone knew that the door was open. My memory is foggy, but the next thing I remember is that she’s screaming at the top of her lungs like a lunatic and running back inside.
I texted her a few minutes after that. I basically said sorry for bringing it up, and that I was pretty drunk and high.
I definitely regret bringing up the subject. I don’t know why I did. I would never have done that sober. I kinda wish I hadn’t sent that text, though.
There’s been so many times where she’s said the stupidest things. She'll accuse people of intentionally doing evil things, as if everyone is just an asshole.
I've always either said nothing, or found a way to be somewhat diplomatic. It’s another example of alcohol leading me towards something I'd never do sober.
The days since have been horrible. It’s like she’s had a permanent tantrum, but it’s weirder than that. It’s like a psychotic-break. Like when you see people screaming to themselves in the street.
She goes to the back door and opens it. Then she slams it shut over and over again, making as much noise as possible.
She acts like a complete bully in the house's group chat. She's perfectly comfortable calling people stupid. But if someone sends criticism her way, she completely loses her mind. It doesn’t make any sense.
It went too far for me when she stomped over to the back door, opened it, and began to scream ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ over and over, as loud as she could. It was horrific.
I heard Corey leave the house soon afterwards. I did the same.
I just wandered around all day. I went to McDonald’s for lunch. I went and saw a movie in the evening. I started checking out hostel options.
So my plan Is to leave here on Friday. It’s Tuesday evening now.