I'm pissed.

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At the end of A.Y. 2009, we moved to Novaliches, coming from Tomas Morato. We, me and my siblings, live here alone because our parents still run the store at Tomas Morato. We're fine living on our own; washing our own dishes, tidying up the dining table, cooking our meals. But, sometimes, they visit and mess everything up. They make sure we still get our dosage of yelling, at least twice a week.

They go here and rant, rant, rant. Freaking mouths, they've got.

They fret about senseless stuff we don't care about. Earlier, my mother, the God of All Mouths, kept babbling about why we kept our clean clothes downstairs. I rolled my eyes and thought, "because I'm still downstairs. Wouldn't it save more energy if I carry it upstairs when I'm going to hit the bed already?!" But, I kept quiet. She continued to babble, so I took my clothes, went upstairs and never came back down. I went down when she finally left. Ah, silence, at last!

The silence didn't last much because my father came over to pick my mother up, but she left already. So now, it's my father's turn. WTF?!

I am friggin' deaf.

The saddest thing about this is that I can't say a thing. Because no matter how I loathe them, they feed me and they pay for my tuition.

I can't wait for the day that I could finally tell them to SHUT UP.

So much for trying to be a good girl, eh?