The Pythia's Cave

You know...

-when you are so angry, so disgusted by a person that you can't stand seeing her, seeing her photos, chat online with her?

-when everything she says or writes irritates you to no end?

-when she has something to comment about everything you say or write and you want to punch her?

I'm feeling like this at the moment!
I just want to smash her face or spit in her eyes!

NARUTO 416 SPOILERS



WTF? 
I HATE SASUKE, I'M REALLY STARTING TO DESPISE HIM!

Itachi was sooooo much better!

Sasuke is a cretin, a dumbass, a BLASTED IDIOT!
What the hell, he said he only wanted to kill the elders but in reality he WANTS TO DESTROY KONOHA FOR A MISGUIDED LUST FOR REVENGE???
He's behaving so stupidly that I'm starting to believe he doesn't deserve Sakura, he doesn't deserve Naruto, he doesn't deserve friendship at all!

He thinks the entire village betrayed Itachi and deserves to suffer for his death... he doesn't understand anything! If Itachi is really more important than the village for him, as he says, then Sasuke shouldn't spat on what Itachi did! He shouldn't destroy what Itachi had fought so hard for!
I can understand his thirst to kill the elders... but the villagers?!? Sasuke's a hypocrite, he too hated Itachi believing that he had massacrated their clan, and he wants to punish the innocent people of Konoha for believing the same thing?

He's just a spoiled child! He can't live without blaming someone else for his pain!

Oooohhhh, he really deserves a punch and a kick in the balls from Sakura!

Kishimoto-sensei, I'm really starting to get angry at you too: why complicate things like this?
I believe that in the end Naruto will make Sasuke see reason, but this is making us fans suffer! 

I AM SOOOO ANGRYYYY!!!

I found out, thanks to HPBabe and Lumierediva of ff.net, that chapter 23 of Anthology - "Changes" - has been plagiarized on deviantart (obviously she thought I would not find it on DA... but I have ears and eyes everywhere! -lol-) by foreversakura. I feel deeply violated and disappointed, I worked so hard on that chapter and it's one of my favourite ones and she, just like that, decides to make it hers! And she even took credit for writing it!!!

I can understand people getting inspirated by someone else's work, it happens to me too, but totally copy and paste another person's story is horrible - I've always hated plagiarists and I'll continue hating them!

I told foreversakura to take "Changes" down and if she doesn't do it as soon as possible I'll keep pestering her and maybe I'll contact the deviantart admins, they should be able to do something, I think.

If you want to check this out ---> just go and see her gallery: (I figured you out!)

..So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up

Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up

Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

[Riot - Three Days Grace]




I suddenly realized this:
what I hated the most about my boss was that he made me feel like a bad person.

He had me thinking I'm a selfish, undeserving bitch. 

And I don't think I'm that bad of a person.

I was very sad during the movie, thinking it's practically the last movie Heath Ledger starred in...

I say it now, and I'll say it forever.







SILVIO BERLUSCONI IS NOT MY PRESIDENT!
I so totally despise him.

Tell me if I have not the right to be angry. At least frustrated.

Let me tell you my last two months of life in this apartment:
in February my co-tenant and I had the exams so we didn't care much for the state of the apartment - but since I had less exams than her, I was the one who cleaned the dishes and washed the floor and the bathroom.  It wasn't okay-okay, mostly 'cause I'm a bit lazy, but since she was busier than me I could stand it. 

We have started the lessons two weeks ago; that means no exams, more free time: since then, the most she'd done is cleaning the dishes. 
Who cleans the bathroom? Me.
Who washes the floors? Me.
Who cleans her own dishes? Me.
Who cleans the windows? Guess who, ME!

I'm getting tired of it. 
The fact is that if I wait for her to do it, we'll be living in dust and sh*t... I hate staying in dirty places, so I have to clean. 

So, I arrived this morning, tired because I walked the 15 minutes walk from the station to my apartment with my purse, the backpack and the suitcase, late because the trains were late... I entered the apartment and what I saw?

1) the rubbish, which was in the EXACT place where it was Friday (I had my luggage, I couldn't throw it away).
2) there was no toilet paper in the bathroom (I hadn't bought it Thursday because naively I thought "Oh, she'll buy it FOR ONCE!" I've been buying it since February! And we still had one roll.)
3) the bowl with her peas, which was in the fridge, exactly where it had been for the last THREE WEEKS.

I had a fit of rage. 

I mean, WHY WAS THE RUBBISH STILL HOME AFTER THREE DAYS? It's disgusting! I was the one who threw it away of course, as soon as I left to go to the university. 
WHERE WAS THE TOILET PAPER!?
WHY WAS (and still is) THE BOWL WITH THE PEAS STILL IN THE FRIDGE, AFTER THREE DAMN WEEKS!?

After lunch (after I went to buy groceries and the toilet paper), I washed my teeth and noticed that the tube of the toothpaste was squeezed in the centre, something I NEVER do: I realized that she had finished her toothpaste last week. DOES THAT MEAN SHE HAD BEEN USING MY TOOTHPASTE ALL THIS TIME!?

So, when she arrived home a hour ago, I gently, told her about the toilet paper; the answer? The snappy, angry answer?
"Oh, I have a headache, I don't want to hear about these things, I finished it saturday morning and then I left for Vicenza (NOTE: a town half-an-hour from Padua), and came back sunday, and this morning I had to go to lessons! It's not my fault."

My jaw was HANGING. 

I told her. "Well, don't get angry with me! You could have simply told me, so I'd have brought it from home."

I was, and still am, shocked. How it is that SHE got angry at ME!?
I should be the one outraged! I am! How did she turn the tables around!?
Why did she answer in such a snappy, unsufferable tone!? I was just asking something, she could have been at least polite in answering!

Moreover, she finished the toilet paper Saturday morning: she went to Vicenza at night. Couldn't she have bought it before leaving!?

Why am I the only one who seems to care about hygiene in this apartment?



 

I'm simply too tired of these misunderstandings.
It isn't even my fault, so why do I feel guilty?

It isn't anyone fault, really, it was just a STUPID MISUNDERSTANDING!
So, why, why did that defeated, a bit angry, tone cut me so deep? 
It isn't my fault, damn it! 


It's a stupid thing, I meant tomorrow, she meant today, we misundestood each other. 
So why do I feel like someone is squeezing my heart?
Why are tears gathering in my eyes?
Why that bitches of my friends don't text me back? 
DAMN IT, DAMN IT

I feel so alone now... 

Why, WHY my group of friends lacks originality? This year, they will make group-gifts for everyone! 
Isn't that depressing? Isn't that disappointing?

Christmas gifts for me are special, I always try to buy something useful and nice - I HATE GROUP-GIFTS!

The only positive thing about all this is that FOR ONCE, THEY WILL GIVE ME A CHRISTMAS GIFT! I know, I know my birthday is December, BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT! 
Last year my best friend said - "I didn't buy you a Christmas gift because I gave you a HUGE gift for your birthday!" - let's be precise, they were in FIVE for my birthday gift and they spent something like 6 EUROS (more or less 5 USdollars) EACH! 

Are you kidding me??

Only THREE of my friends (out of 10) gave me a Christmas gift last year. Isn't that crazy?

Christmas Group-gifts seem so... distant, so unfriendly. Christmas gifts should be personal and heartfelt, don't you think?

I'm always more disappointed by this group of friends... Fortunately I have friends out of this group, and my University ones - what would I do without them?

I invited a friend (F) from University to my house, to my town: I wanted her to see my city and meet my friends.
They knew she was coming. At least, two or three of them knew.

So Saturday, first we went to visit a museum, then did some shopping and I showed her our city center, which I love :) In the evening, we went to a traditional restaurant with some friends of mine (T & G) - I was waiting for the other friends to call or text me to tell me what they were doing that evening. 
One of my friends at the restaurant (G) told me they were going to some kind of party, the kind which I don't like, in a place that not even God knows where is it, in the country, with alcohol free up 'till midnight, people you don't know who try to dance with you or feel you up, music too loud, too much smoke and too many drunks getting into fights. Not exactly the scenario I'd have liked for them to know F.

Do you think they told me something about it? My "Friends" didn't text me or anything. 

They are like this: if for some motive, I can't go out with them for one-two days, they think I won't go out with them anymore. Are they crazy, I think?
Am I this unsufferable to them?

IF THEY DON'T CARE, THEY SHOULD JUST TELL ME.
Damn it.

I'm so very angry with all of you. You disappointed me, you bunch of bitches.


Let's see: just a few hours ago, there was the birthday dinner of a DEAR friend of mine, who had invited my group. Five of us went to the restaurant together, two arrived a bit later - three still had to arrive. G, T and me entered the restaurant with the rest of the other 30 people invited to the dinner - the others waited outside for the others.

They arrived 40 minutes later: the waiters had started bringing the food. 

M said "Oh, there's no place for us to sit."
There was.
E said "I have a fever, I won't eat anything."
So, why did you go out instead of staying home?
M said, again "You started eating already."
It wasn't true. However, you three were the ones who arrived late.
You all said. "Oh, we're going. See ya!"

Bitches. B.I.T.C.H.E.S.

I hate you so much right now. My friend was very disappointed, and I feel humiliated: you asked me to add you boyfriends to the invites list just yesterday, then you didn't even eat?
B.I.T.C.H.E.S.

Some people really have a sick mind...

Hurrah for the F.U.P.
(Fucked Up People)

There are fucked up people everywhere.
There's this one girl that believes she's best kind of gift ever given to humanity - sorry to disturb your dream, you're just a unstable bitch, with a gay-looking boyfriend and depressing girlfriends. 
You are UNSUFFERABLE, I CAN'T STAND YOU ANYMORE, I hate you because you dominated eight years of my school life, and there was a time I had looked up at you - but not anymore, I found out WHO you really are.

You're just a scared kid who doesn't know what she wants from her life, you're studying in University "just because", you're not doing something useful to yourself or the society.

You're always whining and whining and whining, whining eternally because you're not skinny enough (you look  anorexic, you stupid girl!), you're not good-looking enough (and it's true, your face resembles that of a horse) only so people can say to you "No, that's not true, you're skinny and beautiful..."

Let me tell you. 
You're a FUCKED UP PERSON.

So please, do us a favor and jump from a bridge, so that we can live freely.