miércoles, diciembre 15, 2004
[ 737. Upset ]
Came back from camp, from dinner with the dudes. Came back somewhat tired, so tired that i just can't be bothered to scream at my brothers like i usually do for messing up my room. Just packed my room, and realized my bag went missing. Eventually found it on the floor at the living room. Asked my brother, why did he take my bag, and he just ignored me. Then i told him, "Hey, i'm talking to you." Then he merely stared at me and i told him, "can't you answer me?" And dad decided to interfere and start raising his voice at me, demanding to know why i start making a fuss to moment i came back. I was so damn irritated, yet i'm surprised i haven't screamed. "Did i even raised my voice yet? Did i even scream at him the moment i came back and noticed that my things were being moved?" No, i didn't.
I'm feeling screwed. |
Shannon left at 8:47 p. m..