Nonsense stuffs that I thought of writing which is based on my daily boring life and pointless rants about this and that. It's best to ignore. (all pics used are owned by thier respective owners)
(I just realized that I didn't say 'dear diary' on the previous chapter and now it's kinda awkward for me to edit it, so.....nevermind.)
I am super pissed right now so forgive me for my useless ranting. My parents wanted to find me an inhaler for my....well....so-called 'illness' even though it was nothing serious and they thought it was a fantastic idea to leave me to that one relative that I really dislike and who really dislikes me.
That relative is actually one of my older cousins who is a girl. Of course, we don't show or tell our other relatives how much we hate each other. After my parents dropped me off at her place and telling her to take care of me, she glared at me which is also like telling me, "You are SO dead!". Then, she took something out from her drawer and it turns out to be a whip stick of some sort that looked like this:
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And then she just sort of started hitting me with it repeatedly. Like.....WHAT THE HELL, WOMAN!? What have I ever do to you!? Since she's older and probably stronger than me, I can't really do anything to fight back. That's not the end of it, mind you. She then forced my to put on a collar with a leash on it. It looked like this:
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WHAT. THE. FREAKING. HELL.What do I look like to you, a dog or something!? After that, she just starts dragging me around her house and making me...well...do stuffs. (like sweeping the floor, washing the dishes, cleaning the cabinet, folding the clothes, etc.) Then she decided to freaking take me out of the house saying she wants fresh air and telling me to go with her. I'm still wearing the collar with the leash by the way which means a lot of people outside will be seeing me with it. I'm not much of a fighter so I don't practically care anymore what my cousin does. (plus, she was the only resident at the house so I'm powerless against her.)
After some time, my parents finally came back to pick me up (I'm not wearing the collar anymore.) at my cousin's house. She gave them both a fake smile and told us to be safe on our trip. That freaking devil.
I'm not planning to tell my parents about what happened earlier, to be honest. They won't believe me anyway. *shrugs* So, what's the point? (I promise, I'll get back on writing one-shot requests and continuing some of my works as soon as I don't feel like crap anymore.)
