If anything.

I don't know why I keep starting my sentence with "if anything" but. Oh whatever.

I feel like an outsider in my house.

Fucking hell, why am I so "Asian". 

I have to blame it on my Asian roots.

What kind of stupid logic is this:

1. Chasing me out of my room, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION may I emphasise, and into one-third of a room - I don't even have half of it, please. 

2. Now I have to share a room with a temperamental, constantly PMS-ing woman who cannot get used to my weird habits of sleeping at 3am (which honestly, then again not very weird by the standards of people of my age) - who does many little things which makes me feel like I shouldn't even be in that one-third space of the room. I give up exercising because there is not fucking space in the room. The whole place is so fucking squeezy I feel claustrophobic every single time I'm in here.

3. No allowance since I'm earning my own keep. Well I shall remain proud, stubborn and strong on this point. Which is damn sad if I were to compare with others but I shan't. 

4. I no longer have fucking space in the fridge. To that by the way, I will buy my own groceries. Reminder to self.

5. I don't have FUCKING SPACE. Fucking space. I need my space.

Reminder to self, 

Get out of the house from the first waking moment until 12mn and then drop dead on the bed, 

and repeat. 

Every single day until recess week is over.

Why do I stick around like a parasite? It's not as if I don't have enough money to get out there and get my own place, honestly. If I really want to, I can pack up all my stuff, which rightfully belong to me, bought by my own money - laptop, phone, and every single necessity which I need. I look around and I do realize that hardly anything is NOT bought by my own money anymore.

Why are you treating me like your employee? Why the FUCK? 

Why the fuck are you treating me like some beggar that you just picked off the streets?

I am fucking enraged and this by itself is an understatement.

Hello, I'm your daughter.

I'm not demanding for it because I'm fucking Asian and I think that I am not entitled to it. 
Ya ya ya, the house is yours. You have the right to put me in the storeroom if you want.
Which honestly, I think, according to the current slippery slope, 
where I should be in a few months' time.

I want to get out of this house asap.

Rest assured I'll make sure I grown my full-fledged wings, not to worry.

(Then again, Amie, haven't you been saying that since... what, you're 15?)