the audacity!

just when i thought that being at home means being safe from thieves: how wrong was i.

but it never crossed my mind that the people i trusted are the ones that are robbing us of the only source of income we have.

i know that this seems like a direct accusation but who could blame me? their actions doesn't seem to defend their honesty. like: going inside every time no one's around seems mighty shady to me; standing almost always near where the 'stash' is (not mentioning their eyes always swerve to where the said 'stash' is); those subconscious thoughts that leak out when you catch them in a situation they didn't foresee (in other words, when they panic); those stupid STUPID excuses just so they can come in.

i mean, who's stupid enough to ask if a certain person is there when you know that they KNOW where that person is.

they take things and 'forget' to tell us that they did.

you'll wonder why those laundry soaps disappear when you know that you had a whole pile just the night before (they're the only ones that use that certain brand).

REALLY! do they really think that we're THAT stupid?!

wait. how totally STUPID of me. of course, they think that we're that stupid. they're vain enough to think that they're super geniuses that mere mortals like us wouldn't even suspect.

the worst part is: they think that it wouldn't hurt us that much because we're much more well-off than them. well, we're not. if we were, i wouldn't be ranting about this.

i get stressed just thinking about it. while they're splurging our hard-earned cash on worthless luxuries, we're toiling hours away just so we can save for our tuition.

to those concerned: if you feel that what i've written here unjustly accuses you of crimes you didn't commit then, i'm sorry. in my defense, i'll say this to you: if you know that you aren't guilty of the things i just accused you with then that's reward enough. if you hadn't acted the way you did then it wouldn't have caused me to think the way i did.

sleep-talk?

i am... so much~

so much that i don't want to wake up anymore. the same problems. the same issues. the same drama.

life sucks. we all know that.

*sigh*
why am i even typing about this?
i don't know...

i don't even know what to write -i mean, type. Geez.
life sucks...
did i just say that?
i guess one more won't hurt.
life sucks. period. (period)

ugh! i'm being morose again.
well, everyone has those moments...

but, as they say, "if you hit rock-bottom, the only other way is up."
or something like that.
did someone actually say that?
don't know.
maybe i dreamed it.

oh, look.
i've (type)written a couple of lines already.
there's hope after all.
hope for what?
i don't know...

maybe i should change the title to "i don't know".
or, even shorter, "dnt knw".
ahahahahaha

the ramblings of a slightly-depressed more-than-tired person.

i won't delve on the subject about a certain yellow chicken.
i hope he's not swimming in dirty water now.
i hope not.
i really REALLY hope not.
if you want me to pray so that it won't happen, i'll gladly do it.

i wanna eat...
hmmm....
no cravings yet.
yet...

i can sleep in about 12 hours from now.
i have to go with my mother for our grocery.
then, there's a week's worth of laundry after that.
after i'm finished, i'll go do something i should've done HOURS ago...
sleep.