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♡ get out from this hassle, you dude.
Saturday, January 30, 2010, 10:49 PM
Look. I am tired and I have zero mood to entertain you whatsoever, okay?
So if you're here trying to lecture me how I should lead my life as your sister, then I'm telling, you. Shut YOUR MOUTH Up. I had enough - really sore enough - of your trashy attitude - towards me, towards mum, towards dad towards, towards everyone. In fact, I pity the old innocent you I used to know. Now. You better wear off that attitude or I swear you'll be regretting it for the rest of your life.

You know I have been going through such a long hours on working mode for almost every-day of my life now, in fact for the past month, for the past weeks, for the past days, for the past seconds. I barely had time for my own. And if you, an all-the-mighty 12 year old, trying to knock some sense in me in trying to control my outrage to you, HELLO, YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR ATTITUDE OF YOURS. Cause if you're going to slip in your grades, you might have to go through a real heavy life, like mine.
And, if it wasn't for your own good, this good sister of yours wouldn't care okay.

Plus. Don't think I've not warned you. More than once, in fact.






CAN ANYONE GET ME A DRINK OF ICE?