today it was pouring down with rain, and my mum had clothes on the line from the previous day. she takes a nap then comes up to me, while i was actually working on my essay (well i wasn't, but that's what i told her) "go get the clothes off the line" of course i thought she was joking. she wasn't. she made me go in the rain to get her already drenched by the rain, bras and panties (there was my shit too, but mostly hers) i was soaking wet by the time i got back inside. i could feel the anger growing inside me, because i had the urge to throw my coffee mug at her face, and also push her off the balcony. but i'm too pretty for jail, and i'm not ready to a play a love game with my cell mate. it can't just be me right? having the urge to throw things at your parents because they're lazy asses who don't wanna do anything, and when it comes to it, go around telling everyone else that you're the lazy one "oh he sits on his laptop all day, he doesn't do anything around the house"...
but i love you mummy, but sometimes i just wanna throw chilli powder in your face.
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