From Hell...

For the past five weeks (has it only been this long?), I have been dealing with roommates from Hell that absolutely drive me crazy. I suspect they have been eating my food, I suspect they have been using my laptop, and I suspect that they think of me as one, giant bitch. This came from them waking me up a couple times in one week after I had gone to sleep for the night.

Now to preface this, they are here to just spend two months in Hawaii. That's cool, I don't frankly care what they do with their time and money. I haven't asked them for anything, I don't think. I don't think I've been unreasonable with my requests to them. In fact, I don't recall being other than quiet, reserved and respectful to them. I don't know, maybe I haven't been. Maybe I've been bitchy without knowing it. Maybe I've handled this situation incorrectly.

Maybe, maybe, maybe... I just don't f'ing know right now. I know that I feel victimized and hate feeling this way. Little things keep pricking my self-control and allowing anger to bleed out, and then I choose to hold onto the anger until I can vent it out.

I mean, I want to physically hurt these girls for the wenches that they've been to me. That scares me. I don't want to be in this frame of mind, especially since we'll be living together for another few weeks. Ultimately, I have to change. Yes, I can tell them how I feel, but ultimately, will they care in the end? I don't know, I just know that I need to resolve some things in my heart and soul, and it starts with forgiveness.