The Donkey
In my first year of uni I was put into a flat in the student accommodation with 5 other girls.

One of these girls obviously didn't have much going for her and decided it was her job to make my life a misery because I had a social life.

Many lies were told and I was slowly written off by 3 of my other flatmates to the point of almost giving up uni because I was so miserable.

When a person is mentally disturbed there are signs. Her ways of showing that she was upset were perculiar and included:

Taking an overdose and then ringing a girl who lived downstairs to have a chat and then just at the end she said 'i've just taken an overdose, i'll see you later'.

Opening her window and playing christmas music from october until february.

Getting hold of our flatmates boyfriend's phone numbers and txting them when they didn't arrive home on time or had had a fight.

Labelling everything, i mean even the pots and pans, in the kitchen with her and the three other people who she got on with's initials.

Hounding any man that looked at her twice and then buying them drinks until they were in a comatose state.

Karma is a funny thing.

The four of them moved into a flat together and discovered that this girl was a psycho.

They all told her that in their third year they were going to commute when actually they all live together in a different flat and have had to change their phone numbers.

I am not a petty person but over the course of the year I got into the routine of pissing in any toiletries belonging to them that were left in the bathroom. I remember one of them commenting that their shampoo had never lasted so long before.

On many occasions when i'd had a few too many I came back and found the carefully labelled milk and pissed in that too.

I do not feel bitter any more. The feeling of knowing that they all ingested my piss and are now having to live their lives in fear is better than anything I else I could do.
(beckybuttons, Sun 24 Feb 2008, 2:15, Reply)