so much things

catching up on me that it is getting kind of hard to breathe.

piled tons of stuffs on myself and i felt retarded for even offering to take up these tasks in the first place.

but since the responsibilities are on me right now, i would have to follow them through.

work was tiring. update again soon.

life is happy, sadly mostly cause of friends and tay and not cause of my family.

i wish that my family could make me feel happier? but somehow there are always frustrations and anger hidden within the words we say.

we get annoyed and irritated with each other too easily.

trying to change this bad habit of mine which is as old as me. difficult. but sigh, i will try.

but sometimes, what i really need and what they dun understand is to have my own space.

i dun mean a virtual space aka privacy, but rather A OWN SPACE FOR ME TO PUT MY STUFFS SO THAT NOBODY WILL MISPLACE THEM OR TOUCH THEM AND EVEN SPOIL THEM.

simple enough? D: and i hate it how my sis lies on my bed with her hair wet and then wetting all my pillows. wtf. and then when i chided her she got pissed. HELLOOO it's your FUCKING FAULT. fucker. the only person whom i call fucker so many times.

and when my mum talked to me i just said dun talk to me im in a bad mood. and she got pissed and was like i wasnt the one who made you angry with that kind of tone and i replied but you failed to discipline your daughter (referring to my sis and okay partly myself) and she got super pissed. -_-

i merely asked you to not talk to me cause im in a bad mood what. you ownself wanna misinterpret and continue irritating me. -_- i alr told you not to talk to me okay. 

whatever.

i just need my own space.

reasons why smtimes im just dying to move out.

who would call a place their home when they find their stuffs all over the place like they dun belong anywhere? -_-

SERIOUSLY.