geez... i'm living with a hypocrite... but then again... the mere fact i called her a hypocrite would make me one too...

oh well...

everything pisses her off when she doesnt get what she wants... she's not used to being refused and denied of what she demanded... that's because she, along with my mother and anyone else who agrees with them, thinks of herself as the royal power in this house... her every word is the law and should be followed else suffer the unyeilding wrath of her royal highnes... i'm not exaggerating... she really said so... i prettied the sentence abit... she's not exactly the one for flowery words... but i swear on my future aggrieved grave that she did say that she is the royal highness and that she must be followed...

to deny her anything or to irritate her unintentionally or otherwise would result to her going off like a long overdue volcanoe... she can turn our house inside out and upside down when she's in a fair mood and she can wreck more havoc when she's pissed in the very least...

not exactly a wonderful sight to behold and something to experience...

and she thinks i'm the antagonist... *she thinks of everyone as the antagonist in her live* well maybe from her perspective i am... but to me? she surpasses that... she makes all the villains who have graced the hearts of those who watched with fear look pathetically mediocre...

she gets red and steamy about unreturned and misplaced items that belong to her... but then again... i should point out that she's not exactly the ideal person to look at as an example... she misplaces my things... i would find my stuff in places i did not leave them in... i would not see some of my things for days because she cant remember where she put it...

i dont own much in this house that's why it's not hard for me to track the stuff i own... and since mother dear is so very much her pawn... i refuse to subject myself to further heat and damage by just shutting up and simply taking the first wave... which is usually the last...

now... on to another person who i am also allergic to...

call me shallow and whatever you want... but i still cant get over being stood up and not recieving any apology or explanation for said rude act... a nugget of advice to her though... she shouldnt be so loud about wanting to have someone... it makes her look soo desperate, it's pitiful...

so in the future?

...i shall make myself a house so very much far from those who give me insane urgings to slit their throats and watch them till they pale from too much blood loss then stitch the wound up just so i could torment them longer... and be surrounded with my books and the person i hold dear the most...

as for those who make me itch... they can rot in their own shit for all i care...

goodnight cynical, hurtful and unpretty world! i hope you fare well not...

thanks BLOGGER for the space...