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BITCHES OF LIFE
Thursday, January 27, 2011, 8:05 pm
why is it that everytime i ask my mom something nicely it ends up nasty... i went to ask her the plans for new years eve so that i could plan my day cos i wanna go out earlier that day before reunion dinner. and she gets all defensive and not tell me anything. keep telling me 530 530. i asked what time we're leaving the house so that i can work backwards and she refuses to tell me. why is she so defensive towards her own daughter? wtf is her issue?! then it becomes my fault for asking. oh what so she'd prefer i not ask and disappear on the day itself? FUCK?!

and then she says "STOP IT! JUST STOP!" oh so now i'm not allowed to even TALK? then i said "i find it extremely unfair that everytime she's said her peace i have to shut up and not say anything and just let her scold me for no reason." then she said the one statement she says all the time "HAVE THE LAST WORD LA! HAVE THE LAST WORD! YOU ALWAYS MUST HAVE THE LAST WORD! STUPID! IDIOT!" it is not that i wanna have the last word all the time. i have a RIGHT to explain my stand and i have a right to tell her how i feel. its called COMMUNICATION. it goes TWO WAYS!! not just one way whereby i have to take her shit and just shut up.

this the way she treat me. i wonder how she'd treat me when i go aussie. when i come back after months i wonder if she'd miss me at all. i wonder if she'd still treat me the same way. or would she treat me the way she treats my sis. would she pamper me and be damn biased?

life is tough enough right now with like what 3 projects due on the coming monday? of which includes the biggest bitch ever called IB. and yet that amount of stress is nothing compared to the kind of shit i have to take from my mom. that woman drives me nuts and i'm serious. i can literally hear my left brain screaming at my right brain and my top brain screaming at the bottom brain and my left eyeball screaming at my right eyeball and every other thing in my head screaming at whichever other thing is inside my head. it feels like i could explode soon. or at least my head could.

would saying "FUCK YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED A BREAK!!" be of any help? cos if yes i wouldn't mind screaming it nonstop everywhere and to everyone like a lunatic.

no words to describe
Sunday, January 16, 2011, 1:01 am
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