Sometimes it may appear that our family lives in a peaceful home. Nah. Living in a bungalow lets you see each other's faces 24/7 especially when no one has a job. What makes is worse is that it's no different when living in two floors -- I mean we yell just to get a family member's attention.
Well that's not the real problem.
I just don't want to go on a serious detailed typing here.
This week I'd just been quiet. Like I don't even talk to my brother. I said something bad to him and -- well it is true. I know it hurt him but, NAH, I'm not going to apologize. Geez. I don't want to go make a drama out of it anymore.
Talk if you need to, shut up if you don't.
Might as well live peacefully that way.
Well, it's going on smoothly for a week now. I'm still alive. I'm happy playing games and doing all those sorts on my own.
Not a big problem at all.
*still labelled shitty though*
*still labelled shitty though*
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