do you
hate your parents to a certain extent?
i sort of do.
especially after yesterday i hate them more
in fact
all i want to do is avoid them
because of the fucken image that’s stuck in my head
all this was too fucken early at 7 fucken am
i fucken swear
i never felt this much disdain for them
its like sumtin has awakened
i blame myself for what i am
but i blame them for pushing me to this.
i blame myself for not telling them to back off earlier
but i blame them for thinking they’re fucken better than others and
for pushing shit down my throat
but its all good
i am what i am because of them and not to mention part of my own actions
but each course and actions i do or take
is either out of rebellion or out of contempt or just desperation.
like today
i turned 20 this yr
i told my mum i will be out with a very old friend
she knows them from fucken ages ago
but no
she had to accused me of something i didn’t do
its always has been that way
even if she doesn’t say it to my face
i always hear about it
becuase she is condescending
and then she makes all these judgement
and then go tells them to my dad
who is equally paranoid and possessive and fucken wat nots
and then i get into trouble.
how fucked up is that?
at 20
i’m expected to be able to do something like this
“i tell them i’m not coming home for dinner and don’t wait up”
i expect them to leave me to my own devices and i’ll know when to come back because i’m never late..
the lastest i’ll ever go is 1 am
but how often has that ever fucken happened?
exactly
and lemme say this
if i have to die on that particular time
i can’t escape it
its my luck
u cannot run from it
its like the lady who escaped the tsunami ordeal
in the end
1 week later
she died.
you cannot cheat death
it will catch up to you
Comment by bav — December 16, 2005 at 9:07 am
ahh well, whatdya expect? parents. find any other synonym that may sound much cooler but the meaning however is redundantly corny. i dont have much complaints about my mom, super cool mom but she’s got her negativity as well. i get my deserving freedom, and my curfews are usually the time i tell her i’ll be home, be it 6am even, but i better get my ass back by 6, no excuses. that’s like super chun, but the bad side of her is that she’s got fuckin shocking mood swings that i wish i never have to face her while she’s having her pms. trust me, it scares the daylights outta me. that’s my only complaint, her unpredictable mood swings but aint that bad enough. or else she’s fine. we just gotta tolerate as we dont have much choice, do we?