For we must all learn to howl.

I've realised something . Maybe it's something that I've known for a while but chose to ignore . My parents always sound annoyed when they're talking to me , but when they talk to each other they sound happier . ...... It's me , isn't it ? If I were out of the picture , they'd be happier . The burden of having to talk to me would be lifted , and they'd breathe better .

This house is falling apart. This family - can I call this a family? - is also falling apart. There have been many earthquakes, both small and large, but the house cannot withstand any more damage. You see, the foundations of the structure were never strengthened as they should have been. Very soon, this house shall collapse. The only question that needs to be asked now is what can be salvaged from the rubble.

So I finally quit working for my aunt and resumed my societal status as jobless soon-to-be-university-student effective last Friday. I still feel kind of guilty about leaving just when the office was getting busier with closing and all, but when even your colleague tells you that you should run, don't worry she'll be okay... You run.  The school's Orientation Day (though can you really call it a Day if it's only two hours?) is on the 25th, and classes start the next day. I'm nervous as hell, but here's hoping that things turn out alright - I've learned my lesson from TP. I still have a week or two before classes start, so I've been trying to catch up on the anime series that I've been missing out on - it's been torture seeing all the photo and gifsets on Tumblr and somewhat getting the gist of the series while being unable to catch them because I needed to sleep, ugh. Click here to read the previous listing (and short description) o...

Karma's a bitch, innit? Mum came home with the news today. Suspected... Third stage... The words made it through the red veil somehow. Someone laughed, loud and harsh and angry, and it took me five seconds to recognise myself. I hope you die, you bitch. I hope you suffer a long drawn-out death. Mum says you're alone, but I see no difference.  My grandmother was alone, too. I wonder if your little friends will help you? Maybe you should pray to them. Ask if they will give you the money you gave them those years ago. Money you took from my grandmother. Ask those whom you love and worship so much to save you. As for me, I'll be here praying that you die. I'll be here praying that you suffer. I'm going to hell for these thoughts, but it's something I've resigned myself to a long time ago. It's worth the karma I'm bringing onto myself if it means that you pay for what you've done.