So I tell you NOT to come to my room because I need my space, and what do you do? You show up and try to console me. You know what? You crossed a boundary of mine. I don't care that your pathetic little friend had a hard night, because he is an asshole and a total racist and you just flock to his side the moment he gets upset. He is NEVER there for you emotionally... so what the fuck? I want to get up and leave tomorrow. I don't want to be here.