Beautiful as she is, Vicky is indeed me, the other side of me, who is smart but careless, annoying, crazy, s****l, vain, unorganized and a bad cook. I am in hell and I couldn’t even tell Dalia about this or her for what if she doesn’t believe me or thinks that I am crazy b***h seeking for attention or whatever. Dalia was so understanding when I visited her after that day in the hospital. She was worried about me and hoped that I should have rested instead of coming for her. Dalia even insisted in seeing me after work tonight, so I was glad she gave me a chance to explain what happened that day. Vicky wasn’t too happy when I told her to tidy the living room which she used as her lodging for the mean time. She’s going to be living here temporarily, right?, what I ask to convince myself wheth
