I have two flatmates (20M, 20NB) and they have been some of the most insufferable flatmates I've ever had the displeasure of living with.

(20NB), let's call them Ash, does 0 dishes, bought a kitten without warning, neglects the cat and asks me to feed/clean/play with it all the time, leaves their empty mugs and cups all over the place, and has a pension for throwing leftovers into the back of the fridge leaving them for me to discover when they mould over. They took a mental health leave this semester, and took a part-time job, and yet still cannot pay rent on time even if I held a fucking gun to their head. They constantly criticise my life choices, saying I go eat out too much, or I should sleep more, or that I use "way too many haircare products". And yet when I ask for a bit better behaviour, they throw up the "I'm depressed" card like a cross to a vampire.

(20M), Let's call him Gordon, is better in that he JUST comes to me crying after SHing or at random points and just want me to groom his ego and tell him that he totally should sleep all day and yes their rich investment dad in America meaning he had no father figure is totally just as bad as being black or whatever.

I feel like I'm going insane. Like LEGIT insane. I've been out working at pubs and (like Ash so expertly pointed out) eating out just so I can avoid my own flat. Also, I crashed out at the both of them for leaving musty laundry in the wash for 3 days about a month ago. And since then have been going "non-verbal" around me or whatever. In fairness, I screamed for an hour and kicked a chair, which is a lot, but I hope this gives context as to why I did blow up....

I've started hunting for flatmates, as I am moving next year, and when I called one person I met online to potentially split a flat. I point-blank asked "do you or have you had depression". As after almost 9 months of this bollocks, I really can't fuck around anymore now that I'm getting a job and trying to settle into a town. They were really off-put by that question, and fairs fair I was being extremely blunt, but I really couldn't tolerate another person throwing up depression as a defence for being a shit flatmate. If you want to mope or cry or not take a shower or whatever do it away from my ears my dishes and my nose IMHO. AITAH?