Life? Hmm...

I hope there will be one day, where my dreams will be fulfilled....

Monday, May 30, 2005

There's a limit to everything.

Looks like this is the only place I can really vent my anger, dissatisfaction, discontentment and everything. How pathetic.

It is not like nonsense coming from you are always coming one at a time. But often you don't even put yourself in my shoes and think, yet you expect me to do the same thing. I know you love me. But what strain our relationship so much by little stuff. I know you're going to say why can't I practice what I preach. But I did do what I say at ALL times. Only when I blow my top I do not give a damn! I chose to appear like normal and act cool when you're around. I do admit that I do bitch about you with my sis. But why would I be bothered myself when you pass so much sarcastic remarks? I am bothered. But I am just wondering why am I bothered. I am bothered by those remarks because you're supposed to be one of those people dearest to me yet you can bring yourself to say such nasty remarks. I never felt that I am your pride when you mention about me infront of your friends. I never felt like a treasured someone when you talked about me. In simpler terms, I feel like a piece of junk. You're always hurling orders. Shouting all over. I am hurt. But do you know? No, because all you know is I had angered you. I had showed disrespect to you. I had talked back to you. I had decided not to listen to what you say and not doing what you told me to do. It's ALL my fault.

I know at time you praises me. But its when you want to spike another someone. So am I a tool? I am ALWAYS complaining about you. But I do not complain like you do. Everyone including my dad is asking me to bear with it. How many times or how long am I supposed to bear with all your nonsense? Why am I always the one having to do the stuff yet you slacking out there? You're tired. So am I. You always make it sound like I am the only one at fault. You expressed that I will not be able to mix well with people once I step into the society. So what if I can't? At least, I know I can mingle well much better than you. I am not trying to compare with you. But why pass such remark? I know I am of no worth. But afterall, I am supposed to be one of your dearest, the same goes to me.

Give me a break, mum.