The burglars at home

I came home, wanted to munch on leftover Lays. None. Sister had them.

Opened the freezer, wanted ice cream. None. Dad had them.

Opened the fridge, wanted milk. None. Brother had them.

Went to the counter, wanted cereal. Only crumbs left. Sister had them.

I ought to start writing my name on all the food that I buy after grocery shopping, because the burglars in my house won't stop taking my food.

Motherfucking pissed to the very depths of hell.

I'M HAVING MY PERIOD, GODDAMNIT.