walking disaster

Everything feels so messed up.





Like, you wake up in the morning, thinking, "hey, its a good day," and as the day goes on, somehow the mood progresses into a totally different atmosphere, like everything's suddenly very tensed up and you're afraid to make even the slightest move because you're afraid that your one move will spoil everything.





Mommy's acting all strange, like,


1) She didn't go for the marriage course, but neither did my dad.


2) Apparently the both of them are fighting over David's rugby thing.


3) Her phone's engaged and she refuses to tell me where she is.





You know, times like these, I'm so damn fcking scared something'd go wrong, although you know that kinda things only happen mostly on TV or in story books, there's always a possibility. And I really wanna scream and shout and throw my biggest tantrum ever but, firstly, no one in this house really cares about anything, secondly, its a "so what" thing and the sister and the brother would just say shut up, and thirdly, its probably not a very good idea.





Not to mention A is being soooooo annoying, like, I don't really wanna go for the event and I said sorry, ok? So just, back off and chill.





Having school tomorrow sucks balls. PLUS, there's a math. I hate a math, I hate it so much, I would ditch class if it wasn't for the whole " Deborah's not settled down and she needs to concentrate on her studies more" bullcrap is UGH. I am really not feeling well.






love,
Deborah, the not so great.




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