Saturday, August 8, 2009
Lately, I have been nothing but hate.
I wanted to burn the uniform I was ironing that minute. It was my sister's, actually.

And actually, I was angry at her. But I was angry at my mother and Jaime as well.

Yes, no more screen names. Or maybe you would want me to slightly save your disgusting face and let you take it something like parinig or patama, or, hell, back fight. Tell me.

Lately, I have been nothing but hate. Yet I can't seem to write songs.

And lately, I have realized that I have been a major bane of my `rental units' existences as they play the same role in my pointless one - occasionally. That doesn't mean I'm your rebellious kid, stupid.

Oh. Kay. You know this. You don't want to be compared to anyone, either. Right?

My mother's done this before. She's compared us to anyone - everyone, every kid she knows. No, really. And it annoys me - and you - to the extreme. More now that she's compared me to my sister.

My sister, my almighty sister, who caused commotion in this house. My sister who deserves to be scolded and punished, who, by favouritism, was not chastised in any way. When if it came to me, this house will thunder.

I don't understand why they have to be so unfair and insist on depending on me all the time saying that they 'trust' me and blame me all alone when something goes wrong when they only do not want my sister to have any pains.

I don't understand how my mother even got me compared to her! D:

I am still angry at Jaime. I could be angry at him as long as I want.
Signing off @ 4:29 AM