uncle doesnt like to carry an umbrella and thus, you wont find an umbrella in his messenger bag that is big enough for a small umbrella. so he came by my house to pick up the utensil, soaking wet from the rain. i wonder why he has such fixed ideas about certain things. if he knows its going to rain, will he still not carry an umbrella? he survived this winter with a cotton jacket. the only thing that kept him warm was this black scarf which looks nice on him i must say.im frustrated. dunno what i must do to make/change him. not that im in any position to do that. wh just asked me: why m i so affected when he was the one who chose to walk in the rain. hm i dunno either.
why does it always rain on me?
is it because i lied when i was seventeen?
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