FUCK!
I finally broke down and cried in front of my father.
And like WTF!
He still scolds me!
Fuck sia.
He asks me to calm down,
so I close my door.
And guess what.
He scolds me for closing the door.
So I reason out with him,
and guess what?
He scolds me again.
I wasn't even in the wrong in the first place.
Here's what happened.
I accidentally drop the chopsticks on the floor.
And my mother accused me of playing a fool.
So I just sat there and attitude.
Then my father comes back and gave the fucked up voice,
asking why am I throwing a tantrum.
So I just sat there and kept quiet.
So, that brother of mine calls, saying that he is going out.
And he needs money.
So my parents offered to put in money into his bank account.
He had $27 in his account so my dad deposited $30 into his account.
So I was wondering,
I told them that I only had $3 in my account the day before
and why nothing was done.
So I was practically crying in my heart.
Then they called him to tell him that they had already deposited the money into his account.
And he even asked them to buy food for him when he is supposed to eat dinner himself since he was outside.
So we went to the market and my mom went down to buy the food.
So i was in the car and that's when my dad started to whine about my attitude.
So I told him and I started to cry.
And when I went down the car and closed the door,
He bloody hell scolded me.
I was like WTF LA!
And so I just walked off wiping my tears away.
Then, when we reached home,
There was no space so I accidentally hit the door and he scolded me again.
And that's how It ended back to the top.
Now I'm in my room with the door closed and typing this.
But before I came to the computer,
I cried out all the things that was bottled in me.
Still crying but much better.