Today I had to go out with some friends, but my father needs my help on a job. 

We're building a stupid house for my stupid uncle. My uncle is very annoying, he lives with us because he got into a fight with his stupid family. He thinks he's a bad guy but he's not, he's just a stupid loudmouth who can't put down his fucking home and wants to screw things up here. 

Well, that's mainly why I'm in a bad mood, it also started to rain to screw things up even more and not only that, my own mother scolded me like I was a fucking demon. 

I want to tell someone real, but I don't have anyone right now. It doesn't count for any fucking soul reading my fucking stories. 

Is it worth being a good person? In this shitty world, in the end, whether you're good or bad, we'll all go to hell!