1 day of waste

woke up quite early today. rested in peace at home for the whole day. using com and everything like tat. hais. sianz.

at night, 3 way quarrelled with my mum and isabel. over a small thing. because of the money of the spray paint that was bought for the POCG thing.

ron was the treasurer i noe. ron oso told isabel to tell sis gillian herself le, coz she doesnt have to receipt. but she dint go tell her. so whose fault was it? she claims she dint go church. she ask me to help her say. is like i oso will forget de ma. i got so many things to do u tink i will remember every single thing? and plus i was sick. come on la, y cant u be more responsible or even more accountable? y are u not teachable yet? you are still dirtied with those vulgarities tat is still inside your mind.

im really very sick and tired. i just wanted to rest. y cant a physically sick person had a gd rest? dun i deserved it? wth. i very tired. i just wanted to take a breathe and rest. spare me pls. i just wished im all alone.