EMO

I'm TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY EMO.

Arif will be back either by next Friday or in 10 days (which is now about 7 instead).

Nobody cares about me.

Today there's a Mother's Day celebration at my aunt's.

Then it's group photo.

My f***ing sister took her place at my grandma's--when I was just about to get up!

Then she sat on the floor when I was shy to go there!

Then some people invite me there.

So I point out some clues about what I want like, "Where should I sit?"

Didn't work--cos when someone points out a place, somebody came along and sat there.

Then nobody noticed me practically shouting, "HEY! WHERE SHOULD I SIT?!"

That's the reasons why I HATE group photos.

I'll post the photos today in a few weeks' time--I'll show you that I'm NOT there.

F***.

I hate my half-siblings.

They steal all my pride and make me look totally bossy and all-that.

I just wish that one day I can do what I do in the old times that I NEVER do today (unblievably)

Which is...

BEAT THEM.

CALL THEM NAMES.

That's the old me.

The old me.