im not selfish.. im not jealous.. just stating facts.. ignore me.. one week.. thanks man.. you and you, no i am not going to call him..

what la.. yes.. im the maid of the house.. just ebcause im not studying means that i haveto do more house work than everyone else.. sjc bung leaves dishes inside the sink for the next day washer to wash.. which is me.. fine.. alternate day thing.. now, there's five days worth of clothes to fold.. and i have to fold it just because my mom remembers about the stack and since the bung has already washed up 4 plates, means its my turn to fold.. five days.. its a lot.. and i have to wipe the floors now.. it was just supposed to be the stairs.. but sincei didnt get to cuz i had to go for an interview.. dirt has travelled all over the place, so i have to wipe everywhere now.. yes.. im so close to yelling fuck now.. what la.. almost cried.. but, after many years of practice o blocking out emotions, i didnt.. and she blames me for being cold and distant.. YOU PUSHED ME TO IT.. happy family eh? i dont know.. my childhood.. birth to 7 is all nice.. 7 to present, terrible.. fights.. yelling.. screaming.,. crying.. blaming.. being pulled into their fights.. seeing kim being whacked.. a little baby.. 8 months old.. being hit.. oh and that leather whip strap thing.. two tied together with a rubber band.. or when the rubber band side is lashing across your skin.. half going mad.. yes, not your fault.. but it has scarred me for life..

thats why.. i want to get out and work now.. work seven days a week? no problem.. happier outside than being at home.. at least i get paid for slogging my guts out..