Rain, wind and my angry mother

I hate the weather. This isn't the first (and it won't be the last) time I complained about the weather. The sun sets so quickly- I'm barely aware of the fact that sunlight exists. The warmth from the sun is not enough to sustain me, and I feel like I'm going to freeze to death without a heater. Today it rained. Wasn't heavy rain, but it was windy rain- and when it scraped against my beautiful, soft, dazzling face it hurt like a bitch. Why can't it be summer? At least the rain is welcome then...

When I finally got home, I was tired as hell. Mum called me out to dinner- and whilst getting rice from our rice cooker- actually, this is too stereotypical for me to tell the story with a straight face. Asian + rice cooker + angry mother = lolz. Anyway, all you need to know is that she got mad at me, and in her fit of fury she managed to knock over a bowl and spill oil all over the floor. She was rather unpleasant afterwards.

Unpleasant is an understatement.

She was super-duper angry and upset and decided to vent it out on me. At least she didn't scream, because she had the decency to realise that it was her who made the spill. However, she managed to blame it all on me in the end, because if I hadn't been so retarded she wouldn't have been mad at me, and then the spill wouldn't have occurred. LOGIC. Of course it was my fault. I just like, bring bad luck to the house or something.

This won't be me, but it will somehow become my fault.

Life sucks.