Ask me why I stayed up, so to know my sister is home.
Ask me why I don't sleep, at least my sister is here. I'm not that scared now.
Ask me why I'm blogging now, so you know my sister is home. And annoying.
I just hate it when she piss me off, and talk as if it's totally my fault. Damn her.
I just hate who ever staring from my back to see what's I'm doing. Hello, something called privacy?