There's been a theft in my house. The thing about inside people job is, the possibility is directly proportional to the number of people in the house minus me. It spoilt my mood the entire day, I can't even concentrate with my thesis that is already one heck of a stressor. I couldn't point to anyone as there are so many poor lads who are in desperate for money in my house. I feel like punching something so hard or throttling someone's neck right now. This is the third time...
That animal did not took all of the money, it only take RM50 everytime. Like it subconsciously wanted to make him feel like considerate bastard. That el hijo de puta is one hell of a mess. It wasn't the amount of money that I am angry about. It's the betrayal. There have been no theft in my home and now it become frequent. What is wrong with these people. I used to live to think that I can trust everyone in this house. But now, theft is like a habit. If only I can find that son of a bitch, I'll choke him to death and send him to the dogfood factory. Such a waste of space.
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