at about 10.30pm i told aaron that i wanted to go home cause i didn't really had the mood. and he was fed up with me so i accompany him more till 12am plus then left the place. while still there my brother called me asking me whether i took his ear phones. i told him said i use it and return it on his table and put down the phone soon my parents called me. i was listening to the live band and was noisy so i didn't want to take the calls. then my father msg me saying that i'm denying and assume that i steal it. i was already very down with my own problems now accusing me stealing my brother stuff its just rubbing salt into my wound.
i cannot take it any longer i was controlling myself not to cry at public places but my tears just rolled down. went to the washroom to refresh myself and touch up for make up and went back to our seat. after some time my father msg me again, saying that they found the ear phones somewhere. i was like damn angry. what am i to them? a suspect? everything i do seems to be wrong. fingers always points at me, i'm always the one getting blamed.
after a few more beers i went off alone walking back to my home. aaron wanted to cab me back but i didn't want to. so i just walk and walk. reached home at around 1.30am called him, bathe and went to sleep. woke up still feeling the same, i thought i would feel better but i didn't.
