First time I be blogging in some time. No particular reason why I shouldn't, seeing that I have the need to rant and rave.
My mum seems to be prejudiced against me. Whenever I see her, she starts nagging. I should stay away from home for prolonged periods of time. I mean, who would care? :) Afterall, home is not the only place where I have access to a computer. Bloody fool you.
First things first. Why am I so freaking pissed? No I think simple words such as this would describe my anger. How about actions? Doesn't that sound superb? I want to fatally wound my baby brother, who's 5, to instill some discipline in him. Rreminds me of Maddox's ariticle on beat your kids.
Now why? That little pest of a kid, guess what he did? He sharpened his pencil on my bed, and threw the rubbish on my clothes! I'm not talking about that mechanical sharpener, it's the one where there's a blade there, then you roll the pencil. Not only that, I can't even yell at him. My mum's too protective of him. Both of them should go to hell.
You're probably saying such trival matter, started by an innocent little 5year old kid, doesn't justify my rage.. Well think again. That's just the catalyst. I was bound to blow up some other day, not today, not tonight.
Considering the fact that my mum has been nagging at me for no apparent reason, or reasons that Mum knows. I'm lost, lost as to why she's nagging. Maybe I should start paying more attention to what she's rambling about eh?
Add to the fact that I cannot discipline him. I can't even yell at him to sit down at the dinner table, well what's in the way? Go figure. Stupid idiotic parents who asks him to sit, threaten him to sit, but to no avail. Of course, my way is surely more effective.
1. She nags at me incessantly, for the past few days, for no apparent reason.
2. She over pampers that little asshole who should be beaten up. [Don't have kids if you can't fucking disicipline them. I'm going to keep that in mind till I die.]
3. She doesn't even scold, not even lecture him for soiling my clothes. Yes, he literally shit on my clothes.
Where's the shotgun?
My mum seems to be prejudiced against me. Whenever I see her, she starts nagging. I should stay away from home for prolonged periods of time. I mean, who would care? :) Afterall, home is not the only place where I have access to a computer. Bloody fool you.
First things first. Why am I so freaking pissed? No I think simple words such as this would describe my anger. How about actions? Doesn't that sound superb? I want to fatally wound my baby brother, who's 5, to instill some discipline in him. Rreminds me of Maddox's ariticle on beat your kids.
Now why? That little pest of a kid, guess what he did? He sharpened his pencil on my bed, and threw the rubbish on my clothes! I'm not talking about that mechanical sharpener, it's the one where there's a blade there, then you roll the pencil. Not only that, I can't even yell at him. My mum's too protective of him. Both of them should go to hell.
You're probably saying such trival matter, started by an innocent little 5year old kid, doesn't justify my rage.. Well think again. That's just the catalyst. I was bound to blow up some other day, not today, not tonight.
Considering the fact that my mum has been nagging at me for no apparent reason, or reasons that Mum knows. I'm lost, lost as to why she's nagging. Maybe I should start paying more attention to what she's rambling about eh?
Add to the fact that I cannot discipline him. I can't even yell at him to sit down at the dinner table, well what's in the way? Go figure. Stupid idiotic parents who asks him to sit, threaten him to sit, but to no avail. Of course, my way is surely more effective.
1. She nags at me incessantly, for the past few days, for no apparent reason.
2. She over pampers that little asshole who should be beaten up. [Don't have kids if you can't fucking disicipline them. I'm going to keep that in mind till I die.]
3. She doesn't even scold, not even lecture him for soiling my clothes. Yes, he literally shit on my clothes.
Where's the shotgun?