I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT WHEN I TAKE 77 HOME.

Not to mention that I have to walk about 200m downhill (eh, do not underestimate the word "downhill", it is a very tiring and laborious work to walk down 5 roads with your bulky backpack), I have to go past not one, but the TWO houses undergoing construction!!!

THEY WILL ZZZZZZZZZ ZAHHHHHHHHHHH BRRRRRRRRRRR AND DEAFEN ME. But that's not the worse part! The worse part is that when I walk past, I see shattered pieces of porcelain (that was probably part of the wall) and fragments of glass (part of window), additionally rocks! Therefore, even though I'm very stupid I can still work out some common sense: if it fell at the place where I walked past, it has a 99.99999999% chance (okay maybe I'm exaggerating) that it'll drop on my head when I walk through it!!!
See, can you imagine the emotional trauma I am going through!!! AND NOT ONLY DO I NEED TO GO THROUGH IT ONCE, I NEED TO SUFFERRR IT TWICEEEEEEEEEE!

All because I missed my 173 and will kill myself if I sit on the stupid bus stop seat for the next 30 mins and wait for the chair to burn a hole in my skirt, a memory of the hardship and torture I face everyday due to the fact that 173 is a pathetic bus that is the only bus, miserably, at my house bus stop.

My life is tragic.

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