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Memoir of the Loser - Day 347
Memoir of the Loser - Day 347
Yo... It was a bad day. First of all, that bastard from my neighborhood who parks his vehicle in the street right besides my window starts it early in the morning when I am sleeping. He keeps it on and doesn't leave for like 10 minutes. Its been like this everyday and I wake up with a headache every day. Then, I somehow manage to through few noon and try to sleep during the day.
But it only gets worse. This shit hole doesn't let me sleep ever. Even during the day, when its hot, people and kids keeps shouting. Why can't they rest? Also, why do they even give birth if they can't take care of them? As you can see, I am not in a good mood day. Because it doesn't end here. If somehow, I try to ignore all these noises, the fan in my room just doesn't want to work. I did call an electrician and he repaired it... Or so he said. Because it still doesn't work.
Thats what happened. On top of this, it was very hot and humid today. Probably the hottest of this year so far here. Then, in evening, it finally got little cloudy and cool wind started blowing. It was so relaxing and I won't lie, I liked it. And my mood improved. But my mom just keeps making it worse for me. She just doesn't shut up. She keeps talking about people who don't even give a damn about her. She keeps thinking about others and tell us about them when we don't care and when we tell her to stop thinking so much, she just shouts at us as well... It is really too much. I hate it.
I wish I could leave to somewhere in a jungle or something. I just want to be alone or at least be surrounded by people who are a bit better. as you Know my cousin paid for the repair work in our house. But since my cousin got their house painted as well, my mom also wants that... For no reason at all, really, it will just be more troublesome. In thefirst place, no one is kind enough to do favours for someone.
If my cousin is paying for this stuff, he isn't doing it out of good will. We have to pay him back. We have to anything he or his family members ask us to do. My mom knows this and yet... She is happy being a servant I guess. I hate her. I really do. But just because she is my mom, I can't actually hate her... See y;)
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