Friday, November 26, 2010
Out of all the faults in the world, you have to find fault in that? In something I wouldn’t do? I said I was sorry and is it my fault that you take everything so seriously? You have changed a lot and I miss you though I see you every single day. Maybe I'm the one at fault but still. Why must it always be you or him? Why can’t it be me for once?
You know, I could be out with my friends, spending money and all. Or go clubbing secretly. Get a boy friend, get pregnant. Sniff glue, do drugs. I could all of that but I don’t because I don’t want to fucking disappoint you. To think I actually pleaded with them to understand you better. But no, I’m the bad guy here. You’re the one who is the victim, whom everyone pities. Same goes for him. And me? I am just the one who has to go to school, come back home, go for tuition, do fucking housework. No one fucking cares about me. I feel like I’m adopted or something.
I’m just so sick and tired of all this crap. I never get respected at all. It’s like I have no feeling, like I’m a robot. It is fucking irritating. I just want to run away. You never think about all the time I had cried for you. No, you just take into offence what I said. Which I didn’t even mean. It was supposed to be a joke damn it. If it’s so fucking difficult, then I’ll just keep my mouth shut for good. I just don’t fucking understand. Don’t I look like I have feelings? Like I feel anger too? No, you see it as arguing. And you keep saying you’re older. So? What significance does it hold? You know I love you and I do respect you so what’s the fucking problem.
You know I wouldn’t ne this pissed if it was even her. Because you’re closer. So how can you get offended like that? You know I didn’t mean it. Seriously, I just feel like fucking dying. You all will be better off without me.
1:23 AM
