I woke up pissed this morning...I tried to find my white shirt with an imprint but couldn't find it anywhere....so I decide just to unload every single shirt in my wardrobe to search for it....

I hate it when my things went missing...I knew my things well and I know where I have placed them...Once I put in the washing machine, I knew it going to be folded by one of my sis....Sometimes they had no idea whose shirt is that and then they just shove it anywhere they like without informing me...When I asked them about my shirt all they could give is a shrug....

How could something so big and so prominent in the house gone missing...it should be in the house...they should bloody well know where is my shirt...That is why I always like to wash it by myself but some goons took my laundry and wash with the others....If you are saying that they are helping me, yeah...thanks but when it gone missing...who to blame....

For one thing that shirt isn't a week old...I just wore it once....and then missing...whoever has that shirt, I cursed him to have shingles all over the body...

I hate them to the core....