-Do you ever wanna run away, or lock yourself in your room-
omg. i hate my mom. like seriously.
i came back to see the whole house in a mess.
AS IN WHOLE DAMN HOUSE.
then i walked in my room to find out that my mum was re-furnishing my room.
RE-FURNISHING IS JUST SOMETHING TO DISGUISE IT.
IT WAS PROBABLY MORE LIKE DESTROYING.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE BEST?
she didn't even plan it out before re-arranging!
she just did it cause she was free.
so ended up now the room's in a mess,
and according to her plan,
I don't even have a study area.
It's just a small corner, with all my cluttered stuff and my tablet.
NOTHING ELSE. no available stuff to put.
and she freaking packed my brother's table.
AND LEFT MINE AS IT WAS.
and she still dare to move my table here and there.
AND EVERYTHING TOPPLED NOW.
AND SHE DIDN'T FREKAING CARE.
so now my table's a big mess,
and i don't have any space.
and i feel like screaming at her.
and i HAVE ABOLUTELY NO MOOD TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
even though econ's coming up on friday.
but where the hell am i suppose to study?!
on the floor?!
THERE ISN'T EVEN ENOUGH SPACE ON THE FLOOR TO SIT DOWN.
AS IN LITERALLY. I TRIED.
omg i hate her so much now, i'm even willing to stay over at someone's house as a protest sign. ARGH.if i could...
SO YEA. DUE TO THE LACK OF STUDYING SPACE,
I'll probably be in school like more often.
and longer.
yea, mugging and stuff.
looks like my house has just successfully become my second home.
probably like a hostel.
AND IT'S ALL FOR HER TO RENT OUT THE ROOM TO 2 MORE TENANTS.
LIKE THE ROOM IS VERY BIG.
AND SHE FREAKING WANTS TO KEEP THE COSMETIC BED THING.
i just want to like ARGHH.
omg i hate this house, i hate my life, i hate my family, i hate the world.
why can't i be born into a rich family.
i'm even willing to sacrifice love.
i don't care if my parents don't love me,
i don't care if they never return.
just show me the money,
and i'll be happy.
THIS SUCKS SO MUCH.
and my life is like tearing apart.
my parents are tearing apart, my whole world is tearing apart.
i probably should just call SOS or something.
-You don't what it's like to be like me-
omg. i hate my mom. like seriously.
i came back to see the whole house in a mess.
AS IN WHOLE DAMN HOUSE.
then i walked in my room to find out that my mum was re-furnishing my room.
RE-FURNISHING IS JUST SOMETHING TO DISGUISE IT.
IT WAS PROBABLY MORE LIKE DESTROYING.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE BEST?
she didn't even plan it out before re-arranging!
she just did it cause she was free.
so ended up now the room's in a mess,
and according to her plan,
I don't even have a study area.
It's just a small corner, with all my cluttered stuff and my tablet.
NOTHING ELSE. no available stuff to put.
and she freaking packed my brother's table.
AND LEFT MINE AS IT WAS.
and she still dare to move my table here and there.
AND EVERYTHING TOPPLED NOW.
AND SHE DIDN'T FREKAING CARE.
so now my table's a big mess,
and i don't have any space.
and i feel like screaming at her.
and i HAVE ABOLUTELY NO MOOD TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
even though econ's coming up on friday.
but where the hell am i suppose to study?!
on the floor?!
THERE ISN'T EVEN ENOUGH SPACE ON THE FLOOR TO SIT DOWN.
AS IN LITERALLY. I TRIED.
omg i hate her so much now, i'm even willing to stay over at someone's house as a protest sign. ARGH.if i could...
SO YEA. DUE TO THE LACK OF STUDYING SPACE,
I'll probably be in school like more often.
and longer.
yea, mugging and stuff.
looks like my house has just successfully become my second home.
probably like a hostel.
AND IT'S ALL FOR HER TO RENT OUT THE ROOM TO 2 MORE TENANTS.
LIKE THE ROOM IS VERY BIG.
AND SHE FREAKING WANTS TO KEEP THE COSMETIC BED THING.
i just want to like ARGHH.
omg i hate this house, i hate my life, i hate my family, i hate the world.
why can't i be born into a rich family.
i'm even willing to sacrifice love.
i don't care if my parents don't love me,
i don't care if they never return.
just show me the money,
and i'll be happy.
THIS SUCKS SO MUCH.
and my life is like tearing apart.
my parents are tearing apart, my whole world is tearing apart.
i probably should just call SOS or something.
-You don't what it's like to be like me-
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