Chapter 178: Wailing cat

The cat is wailing.

I wailed last night.

The cat is wailing.

I’m wailing this morning.

The cat is wailing.

I will wail again.

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Yesterday night was the first time ever that I even contemplated the thought of leaving this house and going over to my aunty’s place because that is how much I cannot stand whatever they’re giving to me now. My D is a great exaggeration of a big mangy dog to my M because whatever I say, whatever I do, he reports to my M.

I’m aware dogs can’t speak but I guess looking like one and taking on the characteristics of one more than qualifies.

My M is a malay M and malay M’s have every way of squeezing out every argument in the world against you (apparently L’s mum is good at doing so as well) and using religion, guilt, and non-sequitur incoherent statements against you.

“oh, it’s not my house anymore”

“you treat this place like a hotel”

and…

“when I ask you to clean the room, you don’t. But when one stupid girl comes, you jolly well clean the room!”

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Demeaning me is fine. Demeaning her is not. I will run away from this shithole I call home. The only reason I’m staying is because of the bed and money and my brothers. Besides that, I have no reason for staying.

And oh, my mum conveniently jumps to conclusions that I have dinners every night because I come home at like 9-10 every night because I’m out studying usually in school or somewhere else. but does anyone see? no, only one person will ever notice and that…doesn’t suck.

sigh sigh sigh