Wars

I guess I was right abt better to die later.
Maybe I should go for psychology 😂 but I'm not really good at neurons...... :/
There was a war.
Correction, a few wars. Between my mom and sister.

Intro: my sister's clumsy, ignorant, irresponsible, sometimes sounds highly determined but she never achieved her promises to self(like I said, sounds).

As her roommate, obviously, It's a huge challenge. I sound like a mom to her, because she really can't take care of anything! But she doesn't care. Sometimes, when I have exams or when I'm mentally dead, I really could go crazy seeing her like that. Unfortunate roommate life.

And there's my grandma.
Grandma's a hardworking person. Totally opposite from my sis. Something happened. Grandma kinda hurt her leg awhile ago. Usually, she's the one doing all the housework etc. So after that accident, a few asshole cousins think they're so fucking good. They kinda "spoke up for grandma", saying how shitty us grandchildren are.

They're actually right. But those mean comments made my mom so crazy. Mom's trying to tell grandma rest and stop doing work. You know old people. They're stubborn, if shits don't happen, they insist to work, secretly. Mom's trying to get us to do house chores. I accept, lazily,, but tbh if I live alone, I wouldn't mop daily, I wouldn't wipe my car daily(maybe I will, idk). I would minimize house chores, and put all the focus on my career work. But ah never mind.

My sister is the problem. That lazy ass with shitty attitude. I shut the door after hearing them shouting at each other from downstairs.

Shits getting real bad.
War ended up dad and I trying to calm the two.

I have fucking training. Tomorrow's gonna be so tiring I don't dare to imagine. Good thing is, tiring is great.

And that's the reason I can't die yet.