My Room mates are from Hell

I would rather deal with the stress from traveling than have to live with girls. I cannot take it anymore. In fact if it was not for my boyfriend I probably would not have survived. To live with four other women, whom I have no relation with either on a friendly scale or sisterly lane in a two bedroom flat is impossible. Sometimes I wish they were guys because at least with guys I would understand their untidiness and the unwillingness nature to wash dishes or clean the bathroom. But 3 girls, who spend their time comparing life stories about men and how much they spend on them or what next hairy style they should get. I am over hoping that I will ever get along with them. I clash with them on moral standards and values. I do not understand why they think they way they do. I am appalled about my decision to ever live with them.

There were four reasons that led me to decide that it was time that I venture back home and accept that I will probably move back to job once I have graduated next year and have my first job. The first reason had to do with food. I was not that upset about it because I believed that at times people really need food,however what pissed me off was them blaming each other and not apologising to me. Though I let it go and I decided to never buy food again, I will just rely on takeaways and gym.  Thank God gym works wonders...

The second reason was probably the most painful. I believed living with girls meant that there will be less stealing and breaking. But I guess I was far naive. I unfortunately left my modem when I went to visit my boyfriend, usually I would take it with my because of a money incident that happened to one of my room mates, so I made sure that I never left anything of value, but I did and I was screwed. When I got back it had disappeared. No one knew where it was and one of my room mates had suddenly bought one. I hoped I had left it at my boyfriends or at home or dropped it, but nope, that girl had my modem and had no intentions of bringing it back. Then the third reason was my speakers. They might not have been perfect, but they did a great job  for me and I love them. To get home and find a dirty place and have this feeling of "I will clean it all up, if there is music" then only find out that there speakers do not work anymore. I was so disappointed, but I let it go because I found a reason to buy new speakers and I did. But this time I am not leaving them around. I used them once for a slumber party I had with friends and sent them off to my boyfriends place. I do not want to have to deal with these girls.

The three reasons were not that much of a big deal, I did not let them get to me I let them go because I hoped that they would realise that I do not care about material things, they are always replaceable. But the forth reason was what I could not take anymore. I did not even care about how moving out will affect my school work or seeing my boyfriend and the stress of having to wake up early and etc. I just wanted to be away from those girls.

The forth reason included blood stains on my bed. When I asked all of them I was shocked by the response I got. One nearly bit my head off, especially when I had always seen her laying on my bed and the other one had no idea and the other girl blamed the other girls. I might be naive but I am not stupid. I know that they do what they do because they do not want me there and instead of fighting it or hoping for change and being overly depressed by these girls, I am going to move back home and concentrate on things that matter. Like school, my family, my friends and my boyfriend. I am not going to let things that bring me sadness distract me from the beautiful things in my life. Such things remind me of the description of hell. I do not want to waste my life complaining. I am better than that.