**AITA for Laughing at My Roommate’s "Private Hell" After She Got Mad I Ate Her Leftover Pizza?**

AITA for laughing at my roommate’s “private hell” after she got mad I ate her leftover pizza?

(TL;DR at bottom, because I’m a giver.)

So, my (26F) roommate Karen (27F, fitting name) has been going through what she calls “her private hell” for the past week. She won’t tell me what it is, just walks around sighing dramatically, slamming cabinets, and giving me the side-eye like I personally canceled her favorite anime.

Yesterday, I came home late, starving, and saw a pizza box in the fridge. It was clearly old, like a fossilized relic from the Mesozoic Era of delivery. I figured it was fair game—we always share food when it’s on the verge of sentience. So I ate a slice. It was dry and tasted like regret, but I was hungry.

Karen walks in, sees the empty box, and loses her mind. She starts screaming “THAT WAS MY ONLY COPING MECHANISM IN MY PRIVATE HELL!” I snorted. Actually snorted. Like a pig that just heard a punchline.

Now she’s locked in her room, probably updating her “Trauma List” on Google Docs, and our friends are saying I’m “insensitive.” But come on, if your “private hell” involves a $5.99 coupon pizza from 2019, maybe you’re not in hell—you’re just doing a bad job at adulthood.

AITA for eating the relic of her suffering? Should I buy her a new pizza and a therapy coupon?

TL;DR: Roommate claims “private hell” over a pizza that was older than our lease. I ate it. She called my laughter “gaslighting.” AITA?