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Wednesday, June 27, 2012 11:10 PM


Sick of these problems.

It's 11PM and I'm stuck at the barbeque pit under my condo.

And I feel like screwing the world upside down now because I just feel so upset.

Here I am, with my laptop and my bag, and I'm locked out of my house.

The best thing is, my sister is home. But she chose not to open the fucking door for me because she's 'asleep'. Oh yeah. Right. You can sleep when I rang the doorbell like a thousand times, with both of our dogs barking like mad at you to open the door.

And my damn caring dad even called me to stay outside from the bloody door because I'll make the dogs bark, and wake Narisa up.

Okay, fine.

I'll fucking stay outside then.

So here I am, sitting at a staircase near the minimart, blogging furiously on my laptop, with the usual rowdy teenagers that come here to go for a midnight swim.

It's times like this I just wanna scream my heart out as the situation is just so damn ridiculous.

I'm always doing my best to please them all, and dad, if you haven't noticed, I've been reaching out for your attention, but I'm just so sad to say that I've failed miserably. I know, I'm always ranting that I'm tired of you and stuff, but I just don't wanna give up, you know?

But it really seems like whatever I do, she's just gonna be way better than me.

Seriously.

Shit.


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