Sunday, July 29, 2007
Things are getting outta hand.
i'm really screwed now.
okay fine, i'm not okay.
you won't talk to me and i don't know why?
you claimed that its cos we are always at loggerheads.
maybe we are, but i need you now.
i need you the most. =\
things are home are pretty fked up.
one week of not speaking to dad.
and i swear things are getting on my nerves.
being at home makes me feel suffocated.
its like i don't belong there anymore.
its no use telling anyone anything;
cos its either they haven't gone through it our what.
fuck for getting on my nerves
fuck for pretending to care
fuck for even blaming me for everything that goes wrong
your darling of a son is now being a wastrel and you're blaming me?
fuck la.
he's the one who is making things complicated,
if it wasn't for him we wouldn't be in this mess.
what are you trying to prove, abang?
what are you trying to tell all of us?
that you can't even handle a shit of responsibility and we end up cleaning your damn mess?
get a life or better yet, get a job.
you were always my role model, yet you proved me wrong today.
i'm getting sick of my life now.
i'm going to get through my o'levels,
and prove to everyone i can do it.
though i know everyone is this house is expecting me to fail.
i'll get 12 points, you'll see.
i'm sorry about the post.
i'm jus venting.
i'm at my weakest point now.
The day I thought I`d never get through,
