Drama on the Callie Front

I hate passive aggression.

I know that I'm passive aggressive sometimes. It's completely understandable. You don't want to be a shit-disturber. You want to be nice. You don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

There is a flaw in that.

By being passive aggressive--not inviting someone out, not telling them when "girl's nights in" are, you are hurting them. When you scribble pointed notes on the community whiteboard that say SOMEONE left the freezer door open and ALL OF MY FOOD got ruined, how INCONSIDERATE OF WHOEVER LEFT THE FREEZER DOOR OPEN, you're hurting them. What they don't seem to realize is that if someone is bothering you, you're supposed to tell that person to fuck off. Not insinuate it though your tone and the way they look at you and--agh, they're just so CONDESCENDING.

I'm at the point where I want to move out of this building. Hell, I want to go HOME. To AMERICA. Where people are FRIENDLY AND DECENT.

I JUST WANT TO BITE SOMEONE IN THE FACE.

Liz came over the other night, and we were forced to go into my room. I broke down and sobbed in her lap, just because I felt so freaking alone. I'm hesitant to go into the kitchen and get myself a meal. I feel like a guest in what's supposed to be my home.

EDIT:

They seemed nicer this evening. Aki didn't have a problem but the Glaswegian looked at me with JUDGING EYES. Rachel's just older. Apparently I'm supposed to dress up like Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls with them. We made that deal back when I wasn't afraid to engage them.