Unfair?

Right now I'm pissed.

I can't help thinking why the world is cruel. We moved here for a better future, not for a worse situation. I mean, it's my father. He works hard, harder than his siblings can ever do. He comes home at 11:30 in the night and goes to work early in the morning, whereas the others get to stay at home and go to work if they want to. Where's the justice in that?

The other thing is, our grandparents never seem to appreciate his efforts. Then a jealous husband of one of his siblings is on to wreck havock-who knew such monstrosity could exist!

If only we could go to a place where we would remain unbothered, happy and contented. The fact is that we still don't have enough money to be able to get out of here, but surely in time we would be free (haha, so dramatic).

Summer's boring. Period.