Okay, I know it was my fault, but it’s going crazier than ever, at first, I’m so glad she didn’t knock at me at all, till yesterday, she was soo damn crazy! she knock the wall with chair! OMG! Chair! I can hear it! I might be overloud, but, she can knock it slowly, or hard, but, she knocked it with chair! Okay, u might not understand what I want to say rite here, so here’s the thing.

Yesterday night, I have a conference call, with 2 of my friend, jtu, and jess, we talked a long time, it started from 12pm, and, we all right till, 1 o’clock, I can hear, she turned a loud music, and what the hell is the music? It’s like an india’s song or sth like that, believe me, it was an awful song! What kind taste of music she has??? Well, she didn’t knock the wall yet, soo, I still talked, u know, the wall between our room is soo thin, I think, it was made by wood?? Cos, I can hear clearly the music, and , I think she can clearly hear my voices. Niway, she turning off the music, and start knocking, well, I still talked, but I lower my sound, and she began knocking with chair! DAMN! It’s scared me as hell! It was 1:14AM!! I remember it! Even my friends can hear it from skype! OW MY GOD! I’m so scared! Cos, I’m alone, and no one’s here, and it was 1 in the morning! She’s just crazy rite? I mean, I knew I’m awful too, but, don’t u have any way too knock?? I mean not with the chair???? U sound like a psychopath bitch, just crazy as hell! I mean, u could, give my room a call, or knock my door, I would appreciate that than THIS! This is crazy! I’m gonna be crazy! I mean, u behave good in the beginning, just so disappointed, u do it like this, it’s driving me crazy, and I hate u, at first, I want to apology to u, for my loudness when I have the chance, cos, u behave mature, not knocking on my wall, and I think, u alr appreciate my privacy, to behave what I want in my own room, without u ruining, the moments, okay, I’m starting to rumbling here, I don’t even know what I meant… ughh,,, this driving me crazy,, I cannot believe u don’t change the room.. I mean, I’m trying to get rid of you by the end of last semester, I was so loud, played my music loud, talked a lot, I’d think u would change ur room, but u’re NOT! U know, u torturing me as hell! now, u’re in my grade, and, I knew some of ur friend, everyday we met in the class, and, it tortured me, when I got on the elevator, when I got to the elevator with you, ughh, u know what, just forget it… trying to forgive you here, cos Jesus tell me so… this must be hard…. -_____-