Fuck, again

I now, live with two fucking lazy arse. I have to do more dishes, laundry, and cleaning since they return back home. I mean come on, help me please. I understand you need your rest but so do I. My sister gave me the dumbest reason for why she didn't want to go home a few weeks later. She said she couldn't sleep until whenever she wants. Oh, I don't think me and my brother ever get a good sleep because by 10, my mum will wake us up. To the kitchen, chores, chores, and more chores. It's not fair. I think they know that my hands are allergic to some dish-washing soap. But they still asks me to do the dishes. My hands are starting to dry up. It hurts when you eat. And rashes started to appear. They make my hands look ugly. Shit. I'm starting to miss A. I cried in the car while I'm on my way back to Shah Alam. Even though my siblings are sleeping soundlessly, I was trying my best to held back my sobs. Just now I was cleaning the kitchen, alone. My brother helps for a while then he went to watch tv. I can't help but think about A and I was frustrated with my family. I broke down at the sink. Out of all the places. I'm pretty sure my guard saw me crying because he was looking at me from outside. I cannot held my sobs anymore but my siblings still couldn't hear me. Thank you.

Shit, I don't even care if any of my siblings read this. I'm still going to prom, no matter how my sister objects.

M