I really hate having siblings. especially, when you're the third child. my brother just got back from the english camp. his such a nuisance. no more peace cause his the second child and my mother's favourite son. PUKE.
because of him, i get scolded everytime i shout because he disturbs me. i have to use his dirty torn books. i don't eat properly because he disgust me. i've got no privacy. i've HAD IT. maybe i'm just jealous... ahh. think about it. my brother has already completed his 'O's. my new year is arriving soon and they're not even bothering to think about my BOOKS.
i hate myself. haiz.