Whatever shit.This is the (insert number) times of world war.I'm referring to my house's world war. --" Laughs. Okays, I typed insert number cause I have lost count of how many times they had quarrelled. They, my grandmother and dady. Laughs. Ehs, wait. I should say it is a one-side shooting war. Laughs. Dady's the one shooting this time round. --" Whatever shit. I can't be bothered. Sometimes, I do dread of coming home. I do pity my dady sometimes, I do pity my grandma sometimes. Yet, I do hate both of them sometimes. Sighs. Laughs.
where were you, when i need you?