Sometimes I wonder what i did wrong to make my roommate hate me. If you would even call her a roommate.

Last night, when she and some girl visiting were going ou the door, I heard her say that I had made a mess, and if only i would pick up a broom and sweep it up. So this morning, I looked around the apartment, and, to no surprise, I couldn't find anything on the floor that was mine. All that was there was her dried up orange peel (seriously), and a coffee cup from McDonalds. I want SO bad to get the h*ll out of this apartment, but trying to think of some excuse to get out, as I signed some 1 year thing.

At least when I leave ill have dishes - all the ones in the kitchen are mine. Well most of them. The dish rack, plates, cutlery, cups. She has a few pots and pans, and a cookie sheet, that are hers. But if she even tries to take them, I have the receipt.

Besides, she CANOT call me a bad roommate, when she doesn't try to be friends either. Just because we don't eat the same foods (she eats meat, fries, and burgers, I tend to eat chicken, and sandwiches, and no meat) doesn't mean we're SO different. And yes, from the pictures I've seen on Facebook, we don't really have the same style, but does that really mean there isn't one thing that we could find in common? Just so September could come faster, so I can get the h*ll out of her life! (no offence, but she's a horrible roommate).

But, thanks to her, there are never any dishes. For someone who doesn't even know me, what she says is mean, and rude, and she has no right! she has no idea who i am, nor has she taken the time to say 'hey'. I know. I've said hi to her one evening, when she came home from school, she just walked right by.