"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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Being the neat-freak and OC person that I am, I meticulously clean my room, making sure that even the last fold of my blanket is tucked the way I like it. Leaving my room for school, I make sure that my it is in tip-top condition so that as soon as I get home, I can relax and do my home works at ease. My mind just cannot focus when I see a single, miniscule pencil shaving gliding across my floor. Also, I hide all my private stuff so that no one could get a glimpse of them, and by private stuff, I pertain to my savings and make-up. My savings are obviously important. Mymakeup collection's too valued, "fragile" and are products of hard work - I can't elaborate on it any further.
But then some people in the house just don't get the meaning of respect AND privacy. My tolerance with people being rude, messing up my wardrobe, misplacing the remote and the what-not's, and stealing my tuff in my room (by which I mean getting my things without prior permission) just took its toll on me.
It was just last week when I decided to lock it AND take the key with me before I leave. Even though my mother doesn't allow me to do so because all her excess clothing are stored in my closet, I didn't care anymore.
But someone still managed to barge in (for the billionth time) and piss me as f*ck.
Enough said.
I'm not self-centered. But sometimes, people abuse my generosity so I get the need to protect myself.
I cannot handle such disrespectful people anymore. It's time for my last hideout.
Labels: misery