Dear diary, i am soooooooo pissed off! Idk how much of patience i have, but this moron is pushing my limits! Like you Serious? How can someone be soooo angry on just some water being spilled on the sofa? JEEEEEESSHHH!!! like dude, I. AM. SORRY!!!! but what is up with your "not talking" thingy? We live in the same house...HELLLOOOOO!!!!!!! i really cannot deal with him like this! Or with anyone! Like , yeah... I get it! This is his house and all, and he can find anyone for rent. But HEY! it is not my mistake that i had to live with him in the first place.You know diary why I had to. If that bitch didn't cheat on me , just because i was not ready to have sex with him. I mean, where are the "gentlemen" in this world? He act as one, but DANG HE IS UPTIGHT! too uptight for his own good! I feel sorry for any woman that has been with, or going to have to deal with his tight ass!
Good luck to you , sister. I hope you can survive with him. Because i cannot!
Diary i jus- oh wait! I'll tell you later, he is home. See ya!
Love, Mirena.
P.S - don't tell my secrets to fellow diaries ;) lol
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I get up from the bed, as i heard the front door shut. Before i stepped out of my room, i peeked out to watch what i have to deal with.
Dayum! He doesn't look in a good moo- OH SHIT! my sandals are in the living room...oh Lord, please don't let him se- oh he did!
Lord, do you have some personal issues with me?
Michael: MIRENA! HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO PUT YOUR THINGS AT PLACE?
see! If you could just let him not see....
I go out of my room, ready to listen what he have to say.
And maybe i can "explain".....
Mirena: I'm sorry i was stres-
Michael turns to me and glares. Daammmmnnn.....
Michael: This is the fifth time , Mirena.... I have told you to keep your things at their respective places. How hard it is for a grown-up woman like you to get that?
Oh good Lord. He is talking in that creepy calm voice again. Gosh I'm fucked!
Mirena: Michael i know . All i am sayi-
He raise his hand. Damn! Damn! That hand is big enough to do good damage to my face.
I wish he was still not talking to me. -_-...
Michael: I don't wanna hear it. I am already very tired. And the next morning, i want you to find a new job, so you can leave this place as soon as possible. I don't want you to make my place a living hell for me. This place looks like a zoo.
A zoo? Really? Isn't that stretching too much now?
Mirena: But Mich-
Michael: Take these with you. I'm out!
He says as he kicks my sandals at me, and goes to his room ; slamming the door shut.
Jeez....smh.... How uptight he is!
I take my sandals, And mimick his actions and him. But as i was doing so, his door suddenly opens, to see my face in an unpleasant manner . He raise his brow - shaking his head at me, and goes into the kitchen to get water, and then walks back to his room. Not slamming it this time, but hardly shutting it. And i let out a breath that i was holding. Jeez i was still stuck in that position.
After that, i just rush to my room, and close it shut!
I cannot deal with him!
To be continuing shortly....
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Fantastikso, these are the stories that came into my head, but were too big to make it to 'Imagines' and too small to make it to a book. hence, i made this. many mini stories in one. I WILL NOT TAKE REQUESTS IN THIS. ALL RIGHTS ARE OWNED BY ME. PLEASE BE NIC...
