UNHINGED Roommate: FROM snack theft to phone sex to MY BELOVED CAT MUG.

My roommate Dana just used my cat mug to dye some fabric scraps. My actual, beloved cat mug. I’m seriously losing my mind right now. When I first met Dana, she seemed totally normal. Found her through a housing group, she worked remotely, said she was quiet. Perfect, right? Needed a place fast, so I jumped on it. Big mistake. First, it was little things. Like, my specific snacks would just vanish. I started labeling my fancy granola and then it was STILL gone. I asked her, and she just totally denied it. Said I must’ve eaten it and forgotten. What? Then she started having these absolutely wild phone calls in the living room at like 6 AM. Full-on explicit, moaning phone sex. I walked out of my room once and she just looked at me and smirked, "Privacy, much?" Like, BITCH, you're the one making porn noises at dawn. But it got worse. A few weeks ago, I found her using my grandma's cast iron skillet – the one I inherited, perfectly seasoned – to melt candle wax directly on the stove. She wanted to make "recycled candles." The skillet was covered in burnt, sticky wax. It took me three days to get it clean, and it's still not the same. I was so mad, I couldn't even speak. And now this. My cat mug. My favorite one. Sitting on the counter, full of murky, reddish-brown fabric dye water. I asked her what it was, and she just shrugged and said, "Oh, I needed a small container to get this rust color." Needed a small container? Are you actually insane? What the actual FUCK is wrong with people? I don't even know what to say to her anymore. I'm so done.