I desperately need to be left alone.

Not so much in the ignore kind of way, more in the way of stop being in the same space where I am.

I envy Slavka because she can just go to Mario's or something, and she's instantly away from us.

Stanka doesn't have people around her so much, because her room is more isolated and anyway the only person ever visiting is Peter. And God willing, he'll stop one day and we shall be free from his presence.

I need Ilze to go away. She's been here two weeks. It's enough now, I can't deal with her. It's not even her fault, because she hasn't become more annoying lately, it's just that I'm more easily annoyed by her. She was supposed to find a job in two weeks time and start looking for her own place. It has not happened. For someone who doesn't have a home of her own, she's even less enthusiastic about looking for jobs than I am. She's picky. This shop isn't good enough because they only want part-time and she'd want full time. This one is too posh. This one doesn't look friendly.

Here's a newsflash, young lady. You need to figure your shit out because I'm not having you around here forever, ok? I need you to GTFO as soon as possible. Of course, that only applies if you still want to be friends with me. Because in about a week if you'll still be jobless and eating as much as you are(and trust me, that is a LOT. mostly because she never stops eating, she's always cooking something or chewing something. I made a cake and I've eaten two pieces of it. It's almost disappeared and the only other person eating it is Ilze), not getting out of the house, talking random bullshit all the time, interrupting me when I'm watching a show to tell me something I do not care about, playing shit music that I do not care about, stocking the fridge in a way that could only seem logical for a 3 year old, complaining about how things are hard, and how horny you are, how Maris isn't treating you well, how this hurts and how you don't like how you look in these clothes...

Seriously, you need to get a life outside this flat. This is my home and I'm tired of having to deal with someone who doesn't even pay rent. You betcha you're starting to pay some by the end of the month. And also you can bet your boyfriend isn't staying here when he comes to London, because I can promise you, one night I'll just stab you both to death and I won't even feel guilty much.

I need to know that if I decide to bring a boy over, I don't have to consider where you'll go in the meantime.

In fact, I'm contemplating faking a date just to be alone for a few hours. I think I'shall have this date on Monday. Tomorrow I'll receive a text and on Monday someone will 'come over', so then I can have a blissful couple of hours to spend watching the Daily Show and not having someone eat across the table or read a book in my bed.

This has been a rant.