The Pythia's Cave

My co-tenant is really, really, REALLY getting on my nerves. 
I got home on Sunday at 10 PM (don't ask, my train stopped for 3 hours two stations before mine...) and I found: 
- the apartment's door not completely closed (we have two locks and only one was closed)
- the glass door in our room open (you can't imagine how many insects got inside!!)
- her (dirty) panties in my area of the bathroom ON my products
- dust everywhere
- two, I mean, TWO rubbish bags. Why two?? 
- a coffee stain on the stove, coffee which had dripped also on the fridge.

ARGH, I wanted to punch something (or better, someone....)
So Monday morning I cleaned EVERYTHING, from the kitchen (stove, sink and fridge), to the bathroom, to the floors in every room.

She comes home, I try to approach the topic... her answers? 
About the door  "Hn..." (who are you, SASUKE?)
About the glass door in the bedroom "Where, there was this stink..." YES, BUT CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN YOU GO AWAY!!

Then, in the afternoon she went back home in Modena and obviously left me with her dirty plates...


Now, tell me if it makes sense:
this summer and in September she has her last exams 'cause she wants to get her university degree in October maximum. 
But now, not only she's starting a stage for her degree, but also on the weekends she goes to a famous discoteque (the Rock Planet) to learn how to be a sound technician/phonic (I don't really know the right word), and she's starting drum lessons... 
DOES THIS MAKE SENSE? 
I mean, instead of studing for her last exams and preparing her degree report (and she's graduating in Sociology, by the way), she's TAKING DRUM LESSONS AND LEARNING HOW TO BE A SOUND TECHNICIAN??

I know she's trying to fill that void inside her, she's trying to find new friends and to find her way, but STILL, she should understand her priorities! And not trying to do so many things simultaneously... it's stupid and useless.

Yes, I'm back from Sicily! It was really beautiful, however there's still much work to do-, first of all, finally defeat the mafia. I'll post some photos this weekend, 'cause I left the camera back home. 

I'm a bit shocked by my co-tenant: yes guys, she's STILL using MY toothpaste. She doesn't buy her own toothpaste but finds the time to go roller-skating and buy shoes - I'm stunned. 
Not really important, but worth mentioning, she arrived this afternoon with a friend and announced me they were going skating: of course, that was okay with me -- only, her friend hadn't her own roller-skates, so guess what, she had to use mine! I don't really mind, but I found it a bit annoying.

It went like this.

J: "Hey Laura, S. and me are going skating."
Me (studying) "Oh, okay! Have fun!"
J: "Oh, S. hasn't got her skates... do you mind if I take yours?"
What could I say, 'No' and so pass for a bitch?
Me: "...okay..."

And then, this evening she started using the vacuum cleaner at 9PM. In the living room. NOT cleaning under HER desk. ... Weird, isn't it?
I'm baffled. 


Oh well, about other things... I finally finished PART 1 of The Red Butterfly (my new story) and it will be posted as soon as I finish Part 2 (which, I hope, will take less to write 'cause more coughexcitingcough things happen). Also, I started Chapter 32 of Anthology.

PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT
PLEASE GET THE HINT

I really don't know what to do anymore!

GET A CLUE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!
 

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.

This is so unbelievable.
You're completely lost.

Have seventeen (SEVENTEEN!!) years of friendship gone to waste? Was this a friendship? Or it was only unilateral companionship?

I am lost.
So are you.

We are not ourselves anymore.

And I'm so tired of being your reference point, when I have to live my life. I'm so tired to be there, but not to have someone to lean to when it's too much...

What's worse - I don't want to be there anymore, I just want to be free...

[Let's stop this madness driving us apart...]

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.

I must admit I'm quite annoyed right now. 
I found something about my best friend that saddens me so much my chest tightens in hurt... And I realise that our relationships - with her and my other "friends" - are often based on lies and misconceptions. 

That's truly sad. 
                                                                                                                       
How can someone not care?
I care!
Not about everyone: there are few people I truly care for. 
The others? I cannot say that they're my friends. They are... acquaintances.

Sad?  No, it isn't.
I'm selfish, egocentric. I'm human, after all. So, it's only right that there're FEW people I care for - I can count them with my two hands. And these are the people who showed me that they really love me (in a friendly way). They're the people I'd (probably) die for. 

The others don't matter. Because I don't matter to them.

So, why do I feel so betrayed by her?