My Version of Hell

Okey well in english im reading a play called Dr Faustus and one of the main themes is the notion of hell. Is It physical of psychological?? and my class somehow managed to get into a conversation of hell being locked in a room with two people that absoultly annoy you and well i was thinking -- There's these two people i know (girl and boy) and basically all they do is b*tch about everybody and anybody and i was like being locked in a room with this certain gay boy and dracula's wife duo would be my Hell. Okey he wears like a barney coloured shirt and still expects people to think that he's straight (well we don't know but when he walks in swishing his arms and prancing around and still thinks that you think that he is straight you gotta be asking yourself what is the world coming to) ohh and dracula's (she said she was alergic to garlic and ohh yeaqh sunlight okey now wtf). I mean all they would do is criticise me on everything and i would have no where to go or nothing to do - i swear i would rather die. i mean they would be like WTF - OMG she is breathing wrong !! OMG she moved her hand!! OMG and WTF. Okey don't hate me but im not good with b*tching about people - id rather be friends than enemies- i mean it makes the world such a happier place. well Peace Out for now!!