| Sunday, May 28, 2006 |
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do i have to cry every single time you do this to me or will i eventually become numb to the brutal slashes your words leave on me? will i ever manage to be as cold, as uncaring as you? will i ever treat my daughter the same way you treat me? i hope not. seriously not. the word "home".... the meaning has changed. for me, at least. it just doesn't feel like i live here anymore. this place i stay? it doesn't feel like my home. it just feels like a hotel room. a rented room. a place devoid of love. devoid of anything that makes it a home. first you lock me out of everything you do - dinner, lunch, tv, conversations. you don't speak to me unless you absolutely HAVE to. and even then, the sentences are short, curt, sharp and often one liners. then, you expect me to fall down at your feet and beg for your forgiveness when you don't even tell me what i've done wrong. real smart, mum. real smart. after that, you make life at home hell for me. you make me wash ALL my own clothes - shirts, pants, jeans, bras, panties... whatever. then you just dump whatever that's mine onto my bed and leave it there. you scream at me any time of the day, every single f***ing day. you tell me not to speak to you cos you don't wana speak to me. you tell me that you don't wana have anything to do with me. you even told me you don't wana be my mum! y'noe what. i just feel that i'm not welcome here. |
| 'please don't stop the music 10:19 am |
now playing :
| song of my life. |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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