That girl.
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You cannot step twice in the same rivers for fresh waters are ever flowing in upon you. It scatters and gathers, it advances and retires; such is life.
I hate her. I can't wait for the internship holiday to get here so she could finally move out. I barely get along with her. Her attitude stinks, gets right under my skin, a murderer is way better of than her pretence driven spirit. A spirit I'd recommend for the ghouls.
What is it I've done to have the worst of roommates? Really, what am I to do to have peace, a piece of my mind?
I can barely stay sane, not with the doors being angrily slammed on my face or behind my back. It's flipped me out for far too long. I detest it and I reckon it a better position to not stay with her any longer.
Besides the occasional hello's nothing stands between us as a civil conversation. It's frustrating, irritating, agitating and I loathe it. Yes I do, for the person I've become. I appreciate settling petty qualms if any exist, if anything, that's sensible. However, of fake personalities let them remain engraved within tombs.
I didn't really hate her, I strongly disliked the person I'd become. I gritted my teeth at the thought of caring so much for nothing.
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A/N: Thanks for reading.
