I absolutely hate my brother's guts.He is so godamn fucking annoying.He's like one of those unreachable itch on your back that no matter how hard you try to scratch it,it still itches.
Yesterday,my mom called.She just got back from buying goods and she wanted my brother to help her carry her clothes up.My brother having ans the phone,told me my mom wanted ME to go down.I was thinking,my mom knows I am not feeling all that good,but she wants me to carry heavy stuff?OK.Fine.I go down like a dutiful daughter.I stand there like a freaking idiot with my asshole brother for approximately 15mins.In the end I had to sit down on the concrete pavement.My mom,sees me there and ask me why aren't I home?I was like,you called me to come down.She said she didn't and my asshole of a brother admits that he was the one who called me down.I was darn pissed I tell ya.So fine whatever.I force myself to carry 4 huge red plastic bags and made him feel guilty.Only thing is,I forgot that my brother is devoid of any feelings.Hell,he even asked for the computer when we got back.Damn him.
I woke up feeling shittier than usual.Spent half and hour coughing non stop.After that I was too tired to do anything else so I just laid on my bed and looked at the clear blue unltramarine sky.Such a vast contrast when compared to my foul mood at that time.
I dread taking my medicine man.One of the cruel ironies of having this flu is that I can't taste or smell any food cept for my bitter medicine.Argh.
I am going to explode soon.
*wench my hair in frustration*
till then
always and unfortunately
me
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