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i keep doing everything wrong. all the littly itsy bitsy things that i forgot to put back or to take out or just to do come back to haunt me, often at the most importune of times and usually in a horde. i'm getting scolded for everything left right and centre and i can't even complain cos it really is all my fault and i don't know why and how on earth i'm managing to screw everything up. sedikit sedikit lama lama jadi bukit. sigh. why can't i be a conscientious responsible dutiful little git? then i'll be spared the woeful silently reproachful looks i get so often and the harsh words that face me everytime i get home from anywhere. it's as if getting home is but a precursor to a tide of judgements and accusations. and i totally understand their rationale behind it, but it's not my fault really. i can't help it. i was born with a self-destruct command planted into my subconscious.