TGIO!

Well, here we go. Has to be done.

 

The first night itself was horrible. I thought to myself, what the hell? Why did I do this?

I had such a bad feeling about it. I actually cried. But it was too late to change, and I thought I'll get used to it.

Because you can get used to almost everything.

Sure, I had to find another place really quick, the room looked so pretty, not far away from school ..

But I didn't know you. And that's the thing that nobody could tell me about before.

 

I really - fu* - hate you.

A 50 year old woman, who behaves like a stupid, petulant teenager,

with a blurred mind, located on another planet far, far away, shoud be my "roommate" for now on?

 

I was so damn friendly. I didn't say a word about the dirt, I cleaned my stuff, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom, and what did you say? That this can't go on like that, I was too muddy. (:

I didn't say how ridiculous this was, maybe because I've been a bit speechless.

But what did I do? I silently accepted the famous 'cleaning-plan' you invented. (Check out the thing with 'c' and 'k' !) I so wish I had taken photos of your crappy place before .. But you know exactly how it looked like, how dirty and dusty it was, how insanitary. You know exactly that you've never cleaned the plastic floor with a brush before (I still have to laugh about that) or swiped the staircaise. You told my grandparents that it was sooo long ago when you did it the last time, it really doesn't matter if it will be cleaned or not, right? You know it, which lies you told them, but you know what?

They thought the exact same way I did.

 

The phonecalls you did, two feet away from my door, not quietly talking to that one senile boyfriend of yours, and the other one who's voice soundet much younger. (You should wrap up used condoms before you throw them in the kitchen garbage, just a little hint for the future.) How you complained about me, using no nice words, how you didn't care if I hear it or not. How you started cooking at 3 am, not caring about if I'd maybe wake up. How you phoned my grandmother, whining about me like a little child, telling lies. Do you really think she didn't tell me? Do you really think that she believed you? Haha! She knows exactly what kind of person you are. How you talked about me to new candidates for the room, again not caring about if I sat in there, listening. Did you know that those people contacted me on the internet, asking what was wrong with you? Haha, you poor, poor woman, go burn in hell! How we had to share the internet, how you said that your skype sessions were more important than my school homework, how I had to start working at 2 am .. Bitch. How you tried to give me a 'smart' look, like I'm the stupid one; I know that you always wanted to do what I do now, but you only work two days a week for a few hours, and then going to some mental institution because you're unable to live you life. Pretty shitty. (: When I get bored from school, I see your fake, ugly face and think: Start learning, quick!

 

You are FAKE from head to toe, the biggest liar, the most childish, most malicious person I've ever met. And there were people in my life who made six years of school to pure horror, so congrats.

 

Mabye I had to experience that. Maybe it was necessary for something upcoming.

But I'd never do this again. I feel so sorry for that young girl who has to cope with you now.

 

I won't miss a thing.

Done