ok lovies.. I wll tellya wat had happnd yestaday dat made me so restless 2 day..
1st of all... my mum.. and ma bro
they wre sitting in there works as usual(?) whilie I was at J.H N's shop?..
and som kida racistal rubish, SOBs came out of nowhere when their works wre about to finish and closed. These SOBs sstarted taking off their money of the wallet n start counting infront of my mum. Mum recognised dat they wanted to change their money into notes so they could get drugs.... they wre already drugged.. as my brother heard them on the phone, they wre goin 2 buy drugs-_-;
n e ways it s one bitch and on sob. that bitch didn't talk nd just kept on counting the moneu- coins. And mum asked wher 'What do you want' as what would you like
mum usually say 'wat do you want' instead of what would you like and my bro noticed it. so ma bro goes to my mum you shouldn't say like that so he asked what wuold you like? Dat bitch didn't answer and ma bro n mum kept on askin cuz they knew I was waiting for them to pick me up nd finish their work, as told it was time when the work was finishin off.
and All of the sudden, dat bitch started yelling at ma bro sayin ' why do u ask me when I did nothing?' mum nd ma bro was like wat the... ne ways...
nd those SOBs goes to the manager sayin y r those peopl (mum nd bro) so not kind n rude?' nd ma bro was alredy angry,..-_-;;;; ye ikno.. bad temp..
And bcuz da manager knew that they wre drugged he didn't listen to them and started giving body language of don't tlak 2 them cuz they're crazy.
And bcuz manager didn't listen to them those SOBs started sweraing n yeliln at mum and bro.. calling ma bro bloody monkey and tellin ma mum go back 2 ur country..
I mean is wat r they?? they loooked ab but Id think they wre..
f'in racism!! ne ways. ma bro n thoz peeps kept on fighting nd all of the sudden, not the bitch but the sob goes to ma mum F you!! nd mum was so angry..
so she goes 'SAME TO U F U TOO!!' I think they tht mum didn' kno those languages that sob ied to hit or punch ma mum!!!!!!!
I mean is they can say to ma mum f you mbut mum can't say that to them? wat the fuck is wrong with them??
Luckily that btch took that SOB away so dat no 1 got hurt but ma bros anger got 4ever
nd then... ma bro me fite begun.. Ma mum was callin ma bro'SOB' as a joke.. Nd
Nd for a long tym.. I tht dat dags shouldn be treated as an insult and becaudse it was a joke.. I feltbadly angry for the use.. So ig2 ma mum don insult miru (ma pet'sname)
ma bro tht I was sayin he was worse than a dog .... I don lyk to use dat kind language though.
I've just SOB and bitch up the top to represent inhuman, not dogs
N e ways he comes out of nowhere *(he was playing a game called bubblebubble usinmum's phone)* nd threw the phone at me.. For dat I gotta bruse on my knee.. N he goes then who are you.. blurblurblur.. starts yeling nd throwin stuffs.. mum ... Mum was just watching she wads already angry of wat happnd to her in the work. nd Ma bro was just yellin head off me at home.. mum took ma bro's phon nd threw it to the ground 'sayin' u lyk dat ha?
nd it kept on..
nd my dad ddidn' kno n e thing..... mum told him so.. He goes to mum y coulnd't you be more patient'... I mean is wat da hell is wron wif him, isn't she his wife for mor than 20 yrs?
mum started hitting ma dad nd I was lyksreamming off madad...
It sort of ended whn mum and dad both got drunk and got me to make a document 4them-_.. yes.. I made it to be quiet, after entering and getting out of my bed room to cry...
I was angry because my family couldn repect ea other and for the fact tbhad ma bro couldn't appreciate oppinion of fair treating to the other creatures. I cried alot last night.. I wouldn't wana go back to last night.. after i finish making a document and befor I do my hw.. it was 11.30....
and just to mention I usually sleep at 8.30p.m...............................................................................................................
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