This is literally the last day I am ever going to see you in my entire life (if I can help it), so I'd appreciate it if you'd stay the fuck out of my way and let me get on with cleaning the house. Not that you'd even remotely understand what that means, because you're the dirtiest human being I've ever met in my life. But the point stands, just stay in your room and make this as easy and pleasant for me as possible. I gave up pretending I like you about 4 weeks into living in the same house as you, but I've managed to keep up the "I-don't-dislike-you" front since last October. In truth, I fucking despise you and on more than one occasion have brought my face to a smile with the thought of pouring bleach into your dinner whilst you're not looking. I've managed to refrain, because as must as you probably like to think you are, you're not worth life in prison. You're a waste of air, a waste of human, and a waste of space. So stay out of mine. Cheers.