I love it when other people decisions affect my life

On Halloween night my roommate got caught in the bars by his parole officer, so now he risks the chance of possibly going to jail for an extended period of time, therefore screwing me over because how is rent going to be paid. Am I going to have to find a new place to live for the third time in over a year. Why is it that every one else's shitty choices affect my life, why am I having to be the one who gets fucked over?

a recap of halloween leading up to today

I love how I'm always reassured about how I cannot have faith in others. For the first time I have had a living situation where I am able to have a halloween party. I thought hey why not introduce my wide variety of friends to each other by having a costume party. My time and money that was dedicated to this party was a waste of resources at a time where i could have directed it towards my art show. 30 plus people replied to my party invite and told me how stoked they were for my party and how they couldn't wait.

So the party starts its about 10 pm, got to my own party a little late but luckily nobody was there yet. Got into my glorious costume that had been created to show off my disgusting genetics. It took longer to get into costume than i expected, so i raced down the stairs so my friends were not waiting on me and so that my roommate didn't have to entertain someone that he doesn't even know. To my surprise nobody is here yet. All night I'm sitting there waiting, hoping some people would start showing up. finally it's about 12:30am and guess who shows the up, the girl who I have deep feelings that wants nothing to do with me. She says that all of the other parties she went to sucked so she figured she would come to mine as a last resort. Not only am I felling shitty and lonely about the fact that none of my so called friends showed up to my party but the only one who did had to be the person who I had already confessed my love for and shot me down and told me that I will never be with her and basically admitting that I was a fatter, uglier and not as fun stunt double for her ex boyfriend. By the end of the night I was thinking hey there is always tomorrow night I will go hang out at Ollie and Erin's party.

Its finally Halloween my last chance to possibly enjoy myself. I received a call from this girls who wants nothing to do with me she wants me to paint her and her friends faces before i head to Ollie's party about five hours later Im finished painting faces and ready to go to halloween party which i was supposed to be there 2 1/2 hours earlier. I bring this female who wants nothing to do with me and we got there and the party had basically died already so there was only a hand full of people none that i even knew. Stuck around the party for about 30min then I became the chauffer to this female. dropped her off at the anarchist house (which is a house full of punk kids who don't want to work for a living and who use drugs, that feel that they are doing what is truly right for the rights of people). I get home its 11:pm wash off the make up and take off my costume which had been a complete waste of time from the start. Finally I get a call that she needs a ride because she doesn't feel comfortable with the drug use going on, but any day of the week she tries to justify drug use especially when she plans on being a teacher. So my night ends when i get to pick her up and drop her off down town to hangout with her other friends. I hate the fact that I care for the people around me because I know that they do not care for me in any way other than someone who will help them when they need something. I would do anything for the people around me and I am hoping just one day my efforts would be appreciated and acknowledged.