Damn the stupid beetles.
I'm super scared of them. Yet they love my room.
I've been sleeping early because their appearance.
Mom threw one away this afternoon. She said it's simple. She doesn't understand my fear.
And when I'm all alone in my room, she can't help me.
Just now I screamed into the phone as the damn beetle flew about (I sealed all the windows, it must have flown in via the doorway), she persuaded me to catch it. I tried, but I really can't overcome my fear. I was so nervous that I kept sweating. Argh..
Alas I took my whole towel out (even that took a lot of courage!) and hanged it outside.
While I was talking to Mom, I could feel my tears welling up, so I hurriedly ended the call.
So silly of me to cry because of a bug.
19 years old le! Time to grow up!
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