Still trying to fight back the impulse to kick down that damn door and pounce onto her right now.
Am so fucking mad.

I am sick of coming back home to these little surprise shit she lay out for me to see

I see she know my kryptonite well and is making a fucking good use of it to piss me off literally in a fucking childish way.

Oh so you said you din't wash that bag of clothes is because they're all white.
Alright, so now what. My tees are in fucking rainbow colors and has just joining my bundle of white garment in that fucking trash bag for 5 days already.

And oh i don't see you have any problem washing any of my white stuff in the past.

IF YOU FUCKING DON'T WANT TO WASH, SAY.
BACK THEM BACK INTO MY ROOM INSTEAD OF STUFFING THEM INTO A FUCKING TRASHBAG FOR ME TO SEE.

i could go to the laundry or even press that fucking washing machine button myself bitch.
and if you want to make it a point that you are not gonna clean my room.

FINE.
then stop kicking my hamster boxes out.

cheebye.

I had absolutely no problem doing the chores myself but don't fucking literally do shits that annoys me.

And wow, i found my oxford shoe folded into half and stuffed into the FUCKING DIRTY RACK FILLED WITH FUCKING DIRTY SLIPPER KNN.

Btw what i hate the most is DIRT and my stuff ending up in dirty places and YES SHE PUT A FUCKING DAMN SOCK ON MY MAKEUP TABLE.

WHERE ALL THE FACIAL STUFF ARE.

CHEEBYE.

reminds me on why i fucking want to get married young.
So i could move out of this fucking hell and away from this lunatic bitch.

Stop forcing me to go buy some fucking worms and throw it in your face.
Maybe i should so you can have a taste of your own godfdamn potion.

I need some bigbangtheory and food now.
Chill huishan CHILLL AH FUCK LAH NB.