hell

there must be a different interpretation of hell for every person. for a few, hell is what the war has shown them. others say it is love that has gone sour or unrequited. but for me, this day, hell is the presence of my housemates whom we can't talk to and get along well with. hell is having them know that we want the place to ourselves, and as the people who found the place in the first place, we have the right to ask them to move, but are doing nothing. hell is thinking that they have stated that they'll be moving by the end of summer, then end of september, but still, until now, they are still here. hell is feeling that they are just waiting for their big sister to overwhelm us and prolong their stay until we will be the ones who are forced to leave. hell is hearing the matter-of-fact voice of the youngest and hell is the illogical reasoning of the brother. the big sis i have no problems with. actually, she is the best of them all. but altogether, it is still hell for me today...