Grr... that's the first word that will use for this entry. Wait, that isn't even a word. Well, whatever it is that's one word that would sum up how I felt this morning when I woke up to the loud rapping on my door and to the loud voice of my dad scolding me for sleeping late again and staying in the net for way too long. Although he has a point with the internet but I know for a fact that I already told them that I have insomnia. But no, they wouldn't believe me. They think that I'm making it up as an excuse. Add the fact that when I got to their room, my mom told me off by starting with a threat to padlock my laptop and bring it with her when they go back home. I explained to them that I was chatting with Mides last night and what does she say? Five minutes is enough for us to talk with each other. What the fucking hell?! 5 MINUTES? 5 FUCKING MINUTES?! Hello! We're talking about Maribel here! My best friend whom I haven't got to talk to for a long time! And she tells me 5 minutes is enough! It really made me mad when she said that. I can understand it if we were in Manila, but no! We're miles, oceans, a continent away from Manila! I'm not in the Philippines, I'm in America!!! She doesn't even realize that that it was one of those rare times that both of us will be online at the same time! And when she's the one who's using the phone, she uses it also for a very long time. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!! But as usual, I can't speak my thoughts about it so I kept it inside. Doing so would only make things worse so I pretended like nothing much happened but deep inside I really want to talk back. Damn the things that our culture prohibits. This is one of those rare times that I would like to use the American Constitution. I can't even say my damn opinion on the matter! Doing so would mean being disrespectful to your parents. Yeah right, as if they would listen. They don't even know the time when I had to go through emotional hell when one of my best friends stabbed me in the back and stole one thing that is really precious to me. They don't even know of the time when I was under great depression because of one of my closest friend. Sometimes, I think my friends know me better than they do. Dammit! Dammit it all to hell! I don't think that they would ever really understand the real me. Fuck it! I don't like this day!