Today, Dad had to borrow RM250 from my bank account. I allowed him because I was very sleepy (FUCK SLEEP AND FUCK THIS TRASH BODY), and only now did I realise that a chunk of my money was lost. I wanted to use my money to pay for book advertisements, otherwise I would have to wait for a few damn months to get new readers.
I am so angry with Dad for taking away my money and not returning it to me! He said that he needs it to support his street food business (there are less people going out due to the quarantine), he will return it in a few weeks (or months???) and that everyone else is becoming poorer because of the damned pandemic. I fear that if the lockdowns and pandemics last longer, Malaysia will end up becoming like a Third World country, and everything will be impossibly expensive!
If I were to find out who was responsible for the Covid 19 pandemic, and all the lives and wealth lost, that person will be my enemy. And that includes God, Who created this Covid to torment and enslave humanity!
If anyone were to ask me to be grateful that I lived through this pandemic (instead of being dead like millions of others), to hell with this person for laughing at my suffering! Looking back at the past year, I feel that a lot of things have been missing or lost, and NOT EVEN MY FUTURE ACCOMPLISHMENTS CAN MAKE UP FOR MY LOSSES!
FUCK GOD AND THE COVID, HIS “GIFT”!
TLDR: I’m angry that I had to pay my Dad because he needs cash for his food truck. Then, as I was getting frustrated with Covid causing Malaysians to lose jobs, I thought back at 2020 and felt ashamed that
I haven’t done much.