uh-oh.

my favorite mug got broken by no one. at least thats what my uncle said, coz we are the only ones who live here in this house. and as far as i could recall, i am so much careful with my things. i havent broken anything since god knows when. and he uses the friggin mug sa dinami dami ng mug dito sa bahay.

hes so careless. pag naghuhugas ng pinggan akala mo bato ang hinuhugasan. palibhasa bingi na ata. i really hate my uncle. im just doing the role of being a nice nephew but god. forgive me but ive never had so much anger in my heart since hes existence in my life. hindi lang yan dahil sa mug trust me. nabuhay lang uli yung galit ko coz that mug is REALLY special to me.

wala shang gamit sa bahay na to. nakikitira lang sha. at pinagbintangan nya pa yung friends kong nagpupunta rito. then umalis na lang mom ko coz the last time na nagaway sila, andaming nahalungkat na bagay na hindi na dapat inuungkat. at di pa ako nageexist nun.

anyway... focus. HE BROKE MY FUCKING MUG.
AND THIS SHOULD STOP. hes such a fucking liar he should suffer the
fires of hell. siya pa ang galit ha. defensive sobra. pointing out
maybe one of my friends broke it since lagi silang nandito. hello
walang gumagamit ng mug ko sa kanila noh. and i am 100% sure about that.

that mug is the first thing i see in the morning. its the first thing that makes me smile. honestly. pinapasaya nung giraffe na yun ang simula ng araw ko. now id remember EVERY MORNING na i am living with a useless monster who lies a lot. fuck i hate him.