Last night, I have finally made up my mind about my housemate.
Yup, I shall be looking for a new place.

I knew I was taking a risk when I became friends with her.
Despite my blasting instincts that she's one difficult personality, I decided to give benefit to the doubt.
She lost her parents when she was in her teens, and I felt that her difficult upbringing should give some leeway for her occasional insensitivity.

But, occasional soon became frequent.
Frequent became habitual.
Habitual became authoritative.

Last night, I decided not to be nice anymore.
I gave one syllable answers.
Enough.

I will miss the place.
I had some good memories.