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Broken Hearted -Eighteen Visions
Sleepless nights. I was disturbed by the minah and her minah friends because they kept going in and out of the room. And I thought it was dream... Turns out to be true when I found out that they're not in the living room sleeping when I woke up this morning. Rather, they're not in the house.
The story?
Both of them ran away from home, or at least that's what I want to think.
They're seriously pissing me, more so the minah invited them to stay over just so to accomodate them while they're not at their own homes.
Having 1 is already bad enough, but having another one?
The thing is, my father even allowed them to sleep over. WHY???
And my mother even treated them like guests; buying them food, entertaining them, helped do their laundry, etc.
And my father even has the idiocy to be mad over the fact that they're not back yet during this one time, when it's already late. Still using the fact that my mother works to earn a little more income as the main point of why they're not able to take care of the minahs.
The minahs, now used to my house, started abusing the facilities that was given, like using the phone calling their MnM friends, talking so loudly in the living room, and playing DVDs late at night, taking food as and when they like, etc. Especially, USING THE TOWELS.
ARGH!
Seriously fucking pissing me off.
Blame my upbringing for the reason why I've become like this.
I'm just not brought up properly. As you can see, what I've posted her are some of the influences that affect my life.
I'm sorry friends.
I'm still in the process of changing myself by not repeating history.
I still have a long way to go.
On another note, maybe I am gullible. I tend to believe my dreams too much, hoping that it would happen.
Referencing to the dream that I experienced a few days ago.
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Can't bite my tongue forever.
8:32 AM