Confession of Broken Beaker.

I have a confession to make.

I hate my auntie so much that she irritates me up to a point where I want to scream at her face.

I always imagine about her when she starts yelling at me. Id imagine that I am yelling back at her at the same time and smack her head with a frying pan.

Smack the consciousness out of her.

I feel so happy when I am imagining that.