To Live Alone.

Seriously, there are times when I really wished it's like that. To live my life alone, outside.
Even if I'm rather clingy and close to my family. I would sometimes prefer to live away from all the goddamn nags and fckedup restrictions.

Usual for a teen? Definitely.

p/s: What can I say if you are absolutely disappointed with us due to the damn chores? I don't see why I'm always the one to be contacted and rushed to keep the clothes. It's a Saturday. I'm working. There's another daughter at home. Can't you contact her?! Only I am contacted and also the only one to being blame. Wtf. All the goddamn time. Just because I'm older? Screw that.
It is not like we purposely ignore the clothes anyway. Not like I'm not putting effort to keep them during the weekdays. It's a weekend, sister at home, didn't expect that I have to be burdened by it still. It is always the goddamn clothes and the goddamn rain.

Quick, rewind time and not give birth to us both. I don't care. Not like this life is any worthy.