Sunday, January 22, 2006
i`m sick. sick of everything.
just sick of my life.
i don`t wish to be perfect.
i don`t wish to meet a mr. perfect.
i just wanna lead a normal life.
i just don`t understand.
perhaps i`m just too stupid to understand it.
why is it that when i`m out with my parents to help them carry stuffs, they`re happy.
and when i get angry for being used, for not getting what i wanted, they scold me.
i just got caned.
YEAH, caned. when i`m like reaching 15.
somehow, i don`t feel the pain of the cane anymore.
i`m getting used to it.
i`m not afraid of scoldings anymore.
it`s like a part of my life.
don`t ask what i did.
i did nothing.
i simply refused to do something.
and flying plates came at me.
WHATEVER.
this is called LIFE!
the LIFE my parents provide me with.
it`s called the DEAD LIFE...
after years, i still feel the same.
i`m the maid of the Bay family.
why did mrs yeo say parents always dote on the youngest child?
or maybe it might be correct, except for the fact that i`ve an extraordinary family.
I`M SICK OF EVERYTHING.
LIFE SUCKS.
WHAT`S LIFE?
I AIN`T GOT A LIFE.
i`m never gonna blog about my fucking family again.
they aren`t worth blogging in my great blog.
i`m not blogging anymore.
IN A BAD MOOD.
i ain`t got my new bag yet.
something to do with what i posted above.
i don`t know why she doesn`t allow me to get an at least decent bag.
oh yeah, i forgot my existence is in an extraordinary family.
i`ve got enough of this.
don`t force me to death.
i failed once again @ 5:00:00 pm
