i noticed my roommate was off at the beginning of the year. he would always tell me things like, “i have 3 ak-47’s back at my house. if i fail a test i’m going to bring them here.” and then just laugh it off and say he is kidding. as well as, “if i were to kill you i would do it with a knife because no one would ever be able to find out about it.” just really freaky shit that i would just laugh off. but then one night he decided to take down a cocktail of pills while crying and saying fuck this place. i ran out of the room and immediately went to the RA, but when we got back he was gone. he ran to a different friends dorm room, and eventually went to the hospital. when he was at the hospital the police searched the room and found 3 months worth of medication for bi-polar disorder, 3 dozen knives stashed around the room, and his diary that stated, “if my roommate wasnt such a nice kid, he would be coming down with me tonight.” Then when he got out of the hospital he started texting me things like, “hello roommate, how are things at (insert home address here). i havent heard from you in a long time. i think i’m going to have to come pay you and your parents a visit at (insert home address here)”
i was in a fucked up place for about 3 months after this happened.