I hate you the most
Diary Entry #7
It's been 3 days, hindi ako makagawa. Hindi ako maka focus. She's invading my personal space again. Gusto daw nya makita ang process ng pag d-drawing ko kaya nandito siya kanina buong mag damag. Wala naman akong nakagawa dahil mukhang close sila ni Lola, kaya hinayaan ko na lang siya.
Paano naman ako makaka focus sa pag d-drawing ko kung tanong siya nang tanong ng mga bagay bagay. Bakit daw ako hindi umiyak nung namatay parents ko? I was like "saan mo nakuha yan? kinwento pala sakaniya ni Lola.
It's making me hate her more. Napaka immature move para itanong nang itanong sa akin yan. Hindi ko pa din siya sinagot. Pinilit kong mag focus sa ginawa ko. Pero hindi sya—hindi sya matahimik. I hate her voice. I hate the way she kept asking about everything. I hate the way she makes me feel like I'm a loser. The way she makes me feel like I need help with everything. I literally grow up alone. I can handle myself very well.
But I can't still confront her about this.
Natapos ang araw, ito ako ngayon naka upo sa study table ko. Kakauwi niya lang kanina kasi dito sya pinag hapunan ni Lola. Wala ako na drawing. I ended up listening to her yap.
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I Hate You The Most
Teen FictionHe appreciates silence and considers it his home. He dislikes crowds and does not enjoy socializing. He prefers a calm and orderly atmosphere. To put it another way, he dislikes people. He can live independently. Since his parents' deaths, he has be...
