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    Layout: tuesdaynight
    Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

    Written on: Sunday, February 8, 2009
    Time: 2:50 AM


    pisssssedddd offfffff.
    my asshole mom dont allow me to go out on weekends anymore!
    she really really suck a hell load.
    force me to do housework and all the shit stuff and in the end i get nothing just becos her fucking ring went missing -.-
    URGH.
    and all she knows how to say is, 'you know i don't trust you anymore'
    when i'm telling her more about what's happening in my life compared to the past.
    i even paid her 150 bucks just becos of that fucking ring that someone (i dont know who and i aint suspecting who) took it in my house or it's just misplaced.
    she should really fuck herself.
    URRRGHHHHH.
    and besides, she complains alot about me to my aunt -.-
    no, AUNTS.
    so cny was a BAD one.
    i havent mentioned that part i'm sure.
    she complains stupid stuff that sometimes i dont even remember doing it.
    and what, mostly is about, CLEANINESS?
    urgh, SERIOUSL MAN. get a life.
    dust particles can be cleaned away, FOR THAT MOMENT.
    and not when you clean it once, it's gone forever.
    so stop WIPING.

    i dont care how am i gonna be punished becos i type such stuff about my mom, but i think it's worth the punishment to let the world know how fucking unreasonable she is.
    i'm improving, i'm studying alot now, my marks in tests are getting better, i'm learning to balance out between cca and work now, i'm chhaaaanginggggg, but does she see it?
    NO. DESPITE HAVING TO REPORT TO HER EVERYDAY WHAT HAPPENED IN SCHOOL AND YADAYADAYADA.
    and when i'm studying, SHE'S FUCKING NOISY.
    she goes in and out of the room, complain about this, complain about that.
    and mostly, it's about CLEANINESS.
    URGHHHHHHHHHHHH.
    she'll ask stupid questions like,
    'have you cleaned the sofa?'
    and i'll be like, 'YES, i cleaned it!'
    then she'll keep asking every object that she sees, that has fingerprints and dust particles, whether have i cleaned that part -.-
    how to study, you tell me.

    i am not gonna talk to her about ANYTHING anymore.
    when i talk to her about it, she seems understanding and caring and all the shit reaction and advices she gave -.-
    and i havent been asking to go out on weekends for ages and i cant even go out tmr.
    URRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.
    -.-
    fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
    i feel so boiled up.
    URGH.

    i swear, i am gonna move out on my own as soon as i am able to get my own life. and her, i dont need her.
    all she does in my life besides paying for everything, is teaching me how to be a clean freak just like her.
    and what have i learnt about anything related to teenage life? or generally, LIFE, throughout my whole 15 years of living in this world? nothing!
    NOTHING.AT.ALL.

    i'm like the frog in the well that only sees the sky as a round sky.


    urgh, FUCK THAT RING.