seventeen

it's 1:30am in the morning.
weekend morning.
& what a way to start off my weekends.

my brother came home from the army.
& his ridiculous behaviours all acted up the moment he came home.
stuck to the computer (like never ever been with before)

happily left the washing of HIS CLOTHES to me.
note: it's the cloths draped all over his body. not mine!
being the brother (both forced and obliged), i did the washing for him.
not going to complaint about that part.
but the ridulous part was that he made a fuss about my washing.
(or rather, made a fuss AT me about the WASHING MACHINE'S WASHING!)
bloody h***!

quote:'why so slimy? why never put properly!??!'
then one of the uniform drop
his comment? oh yes! FUCK! that was his comment. (either at the uniform or at me, it's ridiculous!)

while i am battling against my eyelids closing, you are there in front of the damm computer.
enjoying your time? at the expense of who? my parents? NO! my grandmother? NO!
AT ME! the fella that did the washing FOR HIM!

REMIND YOU: I STILL HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL AT 9AM! NOT 9PM!
ZERO NINE HUNDRED HOURS!

at 1: 24am... you even have the audicity to come into the laundry area to ask me
:' what are you doing?'

WHAT AM I DOING? BLODDY H***! WASHING YOUR DAMM CLOTHES!
that's what i am doing!

i could have taken the time to do something productive.
i still have lots to do.

school tutorials
projects
sleep to catch up on
devotions
school events.

never mind that you had never said a 'thank you for washing my clothes!'
you even dare to ask me WHAT AM I DOING? for you i'm doing this and this is the kind of appreciation you give me.

so what has the army taught you? a leader? DOESN'T SEEMS LIKE! to be patient? YEAH RIGHT! to be appreciative? LIKE AS IF THAT WILL EVER HAPPEN. YOU ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OTHER. PARENTS / RELATIONSHIPS / FRIENDS / CHURCH / ME EVEN / ARMY! EVERYONE AROUND YOUR DAMM LIFE HAS OFFENDED YOU EXCEPT YOUR PATHATIC SELF?

thou i am needing to change. i want to take my ugly side, fold it five ways and throw it into the bin, YOU NEED TO TAKE YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE, EXPLODE IT INTO MILLION PIECES AND SENT IT STRAIGHT TO THE INCINERATOR!

and now, as i am hanging the clothes, you are falling into the lalaland that you created where dwarfs and snow white exist. honestly, i never say this to anyone. but screw you!
i am now beyond pissed with you. beyond fustrated, beyond keeping up and keeping mum about everything!.

if i were an axe now, i would fly through your head just for you to be whacked open!
thank you very much.