i'll just keep it short.

mum, i don't like it  when you said that i kept wanna buy clothes.

WAIT.

HALT.

since when did i buy clothes?

isn't it a fact that 80% of the clothes i have was passed down from bro?

i can't even really get my own clothes.

not trying to whine.

but my pocket money is like 2/3 of bro.

and yet i have to use my own money to buy my things.

ok what am i talking about.

i should be happy with what i got.

well i think its because of the fact that people say i have bad dressing sense..

when i don't even get to OWN my OWN clothes.

seriously, it sucks to be the youngest.

it will be like..

hmm your bro spends like an ass.

so i'll have to cut so its really just enough.

and you're getting the perfectly just enough pocket money.

and yet they don't buy me clothes.

gosh.

i don't like this fucking sort of things.

so why don't you just dump me by the roadside.

you don't need me anyway.

i'm JEALOUS.

FUCKING GET IT?

ironically i'm still smiling at my bro when get comes home.

well i guess its because its not his fault that he's good looking or wat while i'm just the direct opposite.

and i dunno why i'm being like this.

i'm getting worse and worse everyday.

i get cranky so easily.

i can't even be as fun as i was in the past.

damn it i don't even like being in this world anymore.

my self esteem is really going down the steep slopes.

i think people should just stop trusting my feelings.

i'm always happy on the outside but sad in the inside.