I feel so empty ever since my dog died before my high school graduation, It feels so weird without seeing him in our home, he's just there running around and playing hide and seek with us. And now it's just all gone, when he was still alive around that time I was mentally prepared what was gonna happen to him and when that time came I just feel empty, I tried distracting myself to Caroline's but I just keep thinking about him, and while I was coding, the saddest ambience that I put played right after the news of his death. I didn't cry, I was just shocked and did not feel bothered at all. I still have not grieve until now. I posted a picture of him in this platform like 6 years ago, and it's also one of the last puppy that my dad bought before he can't walk anymore.

My dad still goes to work on his electric wheelchair that my half-siblings bought, and his fixed salary is not enough for this household because of the bills and debts, and like the fact that he still bought me an equipment for college (even though I may not get in.) just shows how much integrity he has. I feel so bad being lazy all the time in this house during summer. And not only that, my father has a long history with his family and neighbors, which I am not afraid to talk about at all considering how much they've been disrespecting our property and him.

My so called uncle is a perverted sick-fuck who tried to deny everything what he did to my mother and sister, we tried reporting all of the incidents he did like touching himself outside but the "Barangays" couldn't even do anything about it and hell they didn't let my dad file a claim against him, I talked to him A LOT as a child and learning what he did and the past makes my blood boil until I beat him up with my bare hands with my nails, OH OH! wanna hear something even more hypocritical? Apparently my cousin and my other ✌️So-Called-Uncle✌️are defending him from my dad and they have also been putting garage stuff here in our yard without my dad's permission, and they also "Allegedly" tried to destroy my father's vehicle while they were moving it, he also called my dad "A Jerk" even though he gave them money while his condition is like that btw, like oh my fucking gosh are you serious? How are you this stupid my guy?? Like I or we don't care If we dont own this home, we've been living here since 2010s, we grew up being poor and we still are. This is literally the reason why we didn't go outside for new year's with all your filthy pride and ego. Are you deadass jealous because we're living happily? I can't tell.

All this fraustation led me to rewrite Nights At Caroline's Cafe storyline in the healthiest way possible. And if there's a way to give them a middle finger it's gonna be in night 6. And don't worry all of the stuff I said here will not be related to them, more like a message to convey. But yeah. More behind the scenes soon!

My dad did something really bad in the past but he redeemed himself,

unlike them.

Sorry if this post was ridiculously long, I know I shouldn't be saying this on the internet but I felt like you guys need to know what I'm going through as well, if you read this or not, thank you and protect your loved ones if you encounter these and love yourself, Peace my jolters ✌️