The nerve of the woman!
I've been trying to be friendlier with Lily, but recent events certainly haven't helped. She swore at me, and rejected my presence within a 20-meter radius.
How dare she?! I've only been trying to lessen any tensions, because I'm sure they are suffocating the both of us. Maybe we could have become friends, and I would have been able to help with her cheesy romance problems. And go shopping with her. A lot.
Well, after her little insult, I retaliated. I couldn't help myself. Fighting was most definitely not the solution, but with all the strain I couldn't stop myself from bursting out.
I told her she's creepy, brash, and called her a nudist misfit.
She left after a biting remark. I think I won.
But the victory didn't help. If anything, succeeding in beating someone you hate with words has a bitter aftertaste. First there's the triumphant glory just for yourself in your mind, but then you realize that things had certainly taken a turn for the worst.
Lily hates me like I hate her. This will look cheery, I thought.
I spent the next day in my room, thinking. In the end I couldn't find any conclusion of any kind. I ended up thinking that we simply weren't friends meant to be, and that some people just don't click. If anything Lily and I collide like two trains at full speed. Lots of gnashing and explosions. Very, very little happiness.
I hope our absolute intolerance for each other won't be too obvious to the others... They might worry, won't they.