The holidays are like a double edged sword. First, you have to be apart from your closest friends and change will definitely be in the air. We have to stay home everyday, taking stupid shit from everyone at home. This household is evil, immoral, and conniving. It is just a tavern, seriously. Only sleeping makes you feel good in this household. You have a bunch of evil warlocks for parents who would kill you if you dye your hair, and you have an evil conniving snitch for a sibling. Totally makes me feel like I'm living in Rihanna's video, just that I have 3 more Marilyn Mansons to deal with. As people age, their temper gets worse. And when you try to tell them, they throw tantrums at you. Then you have a totally fucked up boot-licker for a younger brother who would do anything to get every adult's attention, even if it means betraying your own. He's a fast learner, and he cannot help himself but badmouth me in front of everyone. Moreover, I unknowingly became his warden or something, and whatever he does wrong will be my fault. It is not my fault that he's a fucking obstinate retard who doesn't have any common sense and looks like an angel when you obviously see horns on his shadow. And he is such a coward, not daring to face up to any challenge. He simply hides his face since he is too goddamn ashamed to see the world. You try to tell him to be more brave, but he shoves you away and continues to be a complete mouse. He dare not agree with me cos apparently my parents don't agree with me. It is lethal to him since his love is to kiss up to them. Sheesh, and I am the abnormal one here? If my grandparents were alive, I would have moved long ago. I bet they were a lot more hip than these old 'kinfolk'. I bet no one can talk them around. Maybe a corpse can, since he is older than them. The corpse should be able to communicate with them, since they are from a generation too far to see from mine. Or maybe, my parents are being possessed by medieval spirits? Oh please, please leave their bodies alone! They are too young to turn a trillion years old! In years to come, my house would be flooded with prunes, dentures, and BINGO CARDS! NOOOOOOOOO!!
Why did end up in an old folk's home? I bet I must have killed an old person in my previous life. I am 16, not 60, and I am not supposed to spend my life with a bunch of senior citizens. Sigh, no one is bothered to help me overcome this 'old' issue. I do not want to grow up to be someone who wear gigantic spectacles, pants up to my chest, and comb my hair back with water. This is so not fair. Why do my friends have parents who are hip and not going to get their CPF for at least another decade? Life is totally unfair. I am going to be stuck in this house, with 27 cats, all alone and with wrinkles which appeared since I turned 18. Now I finally know the true reason why people put their parents in the old folk's home. It is not cos they don't bother, it is cos their parents are too old to know that it is actually the 21st century, and expect their children to bathe with a pail.
Tomorrow's the Biology Paper 1, and I am facing such dilemmas of ancient proportions. Sheesh.
