Everyday since I came back from Uni, I have been quarreling with that little pig in my house, I mean what the hell is wrong with her man? Sometimes I question if the one that is something wrong is me? But then I think again, She quarrels with 10 people, I only quarrel with her, So who's in the wrong now? ><" Seriously fed up, The older she gets, the more unreasonable she becomes, Imagine talking nicely, and you get shouted every single day, That's what I go through, and what