Friday, June 4, 2010♥12:05 PM
growing up is seriously not fun. i really wish i could go back to the time when i was in sec 1. not much freedom, everything was planned for me by my parents, but still, i dont have to feel so stress. i've been losing control over my temper lately. i guess it cos of the things that happen around me... i really cant stand my mum doing everything for my bro, and totally not doing anything for me. she expects me to wash the clothes. its clothes, for goodness sake. handwash somemore. where do i even get the time to do that? saturday? thats like a day for me to rest after one whole week of school! its not as if i get my sundays free too. she dont even have much to do at home. why cant she just wash the bloody clothes? thats not all. she irons all other clothes, except mine. just throw everything on the bed and expect me to pick it up and put it back and iron it! seriously, like wtf? and, though i wake up at almost the same time as my bro, she only makes breakfast for him. milo, somemore. she expects me to make my own, but how am i supposed to drink it when its damn bloody hot? its not like i have got too much spare time to spare. i have to get out of the house by 8 for god's sake! and then, she complains abt me not drinking anything in the morning. fine then, get fresh milk and put it in the fridge lah! problem is, my f*cking brother's forever finishing it by eating cereal in the afternoon, and night, w/o even thinking of others! well, of cos. my mum's always preparing breakfast for him. whats there for hin to worry abt? whats the point of loving him then? his main goal in life is to screw up my life. fine, screw it then. i dont need a brother like him. two can play at a game. i've been giving in to him long enough. i've been thinking that he'll grow out of it. i've been thinking, just give him a chance. but i had enough. he cant understand why my dad loves me so much. thats because he doesnt know how to read people's feelings. it serves him right. it really does. he's been too pampered by me, thinking i dont know how to fight back. he shouldnt have been so selfish, hoping that both mum and dad will only love him. if thats the case, he should have been born into another family. having one parent loving you is enough. point is, he never understands that. well.. let him learn then. he never learns from his mistakes. not even after letting him have a taste of his own medicine a few times. i've really tried my best to change him. to make him understand how harsh life can be. but still, he doesnt learn. dont blame me for being harsh then.
my patience with you, has nearly reached its limit. f*ck with my life, and i swear you'll regret it.
&I'll smile for you(:
