I hate the fact that all the house chores are shifted onto me. Cooking, cleaning, laundry. EVERYTHING. While my brother lazes around at home doing NOTHING. Practically NOTHING. Apparently, his ‘studies’ are more important than these ‘minute’ tasks. And what does he do? Oh, lemme guess. 40% sleep. 30% Computer. 20% exercise. 10% Studies. Even when he’s not busy, nooo, it just has to be me. Because “It’s your job.” And somehow everything that happens at home is somehow my fault. Mum forgot to send application form online? Oh, cause I didn’t check her email for her. My brother’s done watching TV, but why ain’t it turned off? Oh yea, cuz I didn’t turn it off.
What the hell.